"Of course," Freyr said easily. "Anytime you like."
She was so sweet in her naivety, and the combination of innocent and bold was really working for him. His gaze flicked to her chest as he undid his belt. He'd been imagining what kind of curves were hidden away under there for a while. But maybe if he were to be vulnerable first, she would feel better about following suit.
Standing up, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and with a rustle of cloth he pushed his trousers and underpants down to the floor to step out of them. His cock stood free and proud and right at her eye level as she sat on the end of the bed.
He wanted to ask what she thought, but what if she suddenly freaked out and left? Somewhat of a blow to the ego- not the blow he wanted.