Brodie stopped moving, looking at Jamie and his magical ride somewhere far away. He suspected Vicodin, but it didn't matter either way.
Realistically, Brodie had no way of undressing Jamie. And he didn't think he wanted to, not with Jamie completely out of it.
"Yeah wouldn't want you to just lie there, would we?" He said grumpily, trying to find a way to get Jamie to bed, at least. "Come on, one last effort to get you into bed, Jamie. Then you are free."