"Less clothes." His hands were already working, busying themselves with the task of getting her pants off. If there was one thing that they could agree on, it was most certainly this. Too many clothes. Too many problems. Sometimes he wished that the layers would just vanish entirely whenever they got into situations likes these. Then again, he also found that he enjoyed the process of taking them off at times. It came with the mood he was in, he supposed. Sometimes it'd be annoying when he wanted it badly. Other times, he enjoyed it. Peeling off her clothes, one at a time, slowly being able to explore each new portion of her body as they were revealed to him. Tonight, he found, was a cross between the two. He wanted to do some slow exploring, but he didn't want to see her clothes on for too long.
Her pants were gone within a matter of moments. That left him, fully clothed, with Faith barely just sporting anything herself. He pulled his shirt over his head and stripped down to his boxers before he ducked forward and started to kiss her again.
"If I do something that you don't want, tell me," he said, breaking away from her for a moment with a serious look on his face. He wanted to make her feel good, not do the exact opposite. The statement needed to be made before he did much of anything else.