Of all things Royce was self-conscious about, his body was not one of them.
It wasn't that he thought he had the body of Hercules or some underwear model but Royce knew he was attractive. Enough to make heads turn but not too much to make tongues wag. He wasn't a gym junkie but running around forests and after Rosemary kept a guy in shape. Plus, he was sure that being physically fit was kind of a natural given when it came to being a werewolf. There wasn't much fat on him and for a couple years, it wasn't looking very flattering. Moving from town to town wasn't doing well for his body and it had showed, making him far thinner and bony than he liked. But Charlie's cooking had fleshed him out.
He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been smiling at his reflection more lately.
The funny thing was that he was more comfortable standing in the middle of his girlfriend's living room, half-naked, than back at the burger joint, fully-clothed. Hey, it wasn't like he was trying to show off here. Not having a shirt on was a common thing back in his own place. He liked the feel of the open air on his bare skin. Or the feel of soft, spring grass. And the sun! The warm sun on his back as he napped, there was no feeling like it in the world. If he could, he'd never wear a shirt. But then Rosemary would complain and insist that she not have to wear one either and he seriously didn't want to go through that so shirted he had to be.
So no, he didn't realize that him being shirtless was doing funny things to his girlfriend's brain. The 'wow' she had spoken out of semi-shock had sounded more like a cat's 'meow' and instead of feeling self-conscious about his lack of shirt, he was wondering about Charlie's lack of sanity. "Did you just make a cat noise? Because I'm not gonna lie, Charlie. That kinda worries me. Maybe you've been hanging around those cats too much." Any reason to get her to stop feeding those stinky furballs. With their superior tail flicks and condescending eyes.
When she disappeared off into the kitchen, he caught the sound of her banging something and muttering. Naturally, he could hear every word but was still lost to their meaning. Why was it that she felt she was stupid? Another question, where was that washing machine again? Ah. In the back, in the bathroom closet. Quite clever. He and Rosey had one of their own but they hardly ever used theirs. The washer tended to rip up their clothes and honestly, he didn't have that many clothes to begin with. Finding her washer, he checked inside for brightly colored clothes. Seeing that there was none, he dropped his dirty shirt in without care. It took him a second to figure out the buttons but once the washer tumbled to life, he closed the lid and walked back out to the kitchen. On the way, he heard Charlie call his name and he quickened his step until he was around the corner. "Yeah?" He figured she'd ask him to help her cook so he was surprised when she asked if he was happy.
"Well. Yeah." He laughed, not even having to think about the answer. There was nothing to think about. It was something he already knew. But Charlie looked like she needed some reassurance so he went up and kissed her, keeping his lips on hers a little longer than normal. When he pulled away, his face was all smiles. "Seriously, give me a hard question."