Scotty sat quietly, grasping his ankles as he listened and did his best to make sense of any of that. "I feel like I'm aware of things I'm good at, yo," he pointed out after a moment. "I work pretty fucking hard to be good at things. Shit, I think I do a pretty good job at making sure no one is "un"-aware," he said, throwing air quotes up. "I'll have to hit up Lu, I guess? I don't know. It's something."
Ivy suddenly clapping brought him out of the train of thought that he was heading down, and he smiled again, already tugging off his shirt. "How undressed you want me?" he asked, wagging his eyebrow, but at least knowing better than to go further than that.