The Space Wolf's casual disrobing drew a glance; thank god I'm looking at his back he thought as he surveyed the muscled and slightly-scarred expanses of the Fenrisian's fair skin. He kept the peek brief however, and his exhales didn't frost over. He looked towards the door of Ragnar's room and waited for the larger man to change.
After Blackmane spoke, Bobby was already leaving the room; he waved for the taller man to follow. A smile lay on his face as he strolled through the hallways of the Institute; the typical discomfort at the edge of his consciousness was evaporated by his anticipation of an afternoon spent binging on ice cream. He tried imagining what flavors the Space Marine would like the most but couldn't settle on anything specific; he's not exactly fussy he remembered as he recalled Ragnar blending all of Remy's cooking into a single dish.
Soon the accountant exited the mansion through the imposing double-doors. He picked the car keys out from his pocket and pressed a button on them; the car's lights flashed once and a chirp came from the vehicle. He opened the door of the front passenger seat first and bent over to reach for the buttons on the side. A moment later, a light mechanical hum accompanied the leather-clad chair sliding backwards. He should be able to fit in that... I hope.
Drake stepped aside to let the large man into the confines of his light blue convertible; the fact that the top was down helped make it look a bit more spacious. "If this isn't big enough you could always sprawl out across the two back seats... I don't think you'll fit into the trunk though," he added with a mischievous grin.