John squirmed a little, reaching up to tug off his own shirt after Charles' was tossed aside. He was fit, which was always a surprise, but a rather nice one at least. "Electrical tape?" he asked curiously, tilting his head to the side. "Yeah, of course I do, have a bunch." Even though his tone seemed curious, a little confused, he wasn't dumb and he had a pretty good idea what Charles was getting at here. He pulled away, grabbing the other man by the wrist. "Come on," he said, pulling on Charles and trying to lead him out of the living room and back towards the hallway. He wasn't going to the bedroom, though. There was a bare little laundry room behind the bathroom with little more than a washer, dryer, bare pipes (as he was currently working on some tweaks to the electrical system) and all his hardware and tools. What John wanted was in there.