[ If the flush on Chall's cheeks had not been obvious earlier, it is much moreso now. There was a bit of hesitance as Gaunt had gone about undressing her, and she almost covers herself, self-conscious at his looking at her.
She gives him a shy smile, biting down on her lip as she slides down a bit to tug the towel off and set it aside. ]
There isn't much to take off of you.
[ Maintaining eye contact helps -- and that close, Chall realizes that despite the mechanics involved, Ibram's eyes still bear the gravity of a man of his experience. At her vantage point, her lips brush against a scar about his chest. ]