"Keep it PG, then." Alex agreed with a smirk and a nod. He wasn't in any particular rush to be taking his clothes off, after all. Alex's torso was ridden with a series of violent scraps he didn't really look forward to explaining to people. An obvious, clean bullet wound over his heart, a messier one under his arm where the bullet had left his body. Not to mention the burn marks on his back and all the others. He'd rather keep those to himself for now.
"Come on, then," he grinned, holding out his hand so he could pull Juno to her feet in front of him.