At some point he would most definitely rally for a new law that required women like her to wear fitted clothes. It could only be improved by leaving out the bra underneath, or not getting dressed at all. But for some reason most women didn't appreciate that sentiment and Chris wasn't picky. He'd take a dressed woman who left something up to his vivid imagination if he could have her.
"Name's Chris. And I'm pretty sure I'm not your brother, so if you want to have a naughty, I live on the ground floor." he said, casually as if he was talking about the weather. He didn't really expect her to react to it in any way, his mind was focused on the plan for the day. There were push-ups to be done, weights to be lifted any many other things most people would consider torture and he called fun. The gym provided most of the equipment anyone could want, and that was very interesting. All the other stuff, the fancy kitchen, all the game rooms, they were nice but didn't really matter much to him. He could live without them. But this right here was luxury he really appreciated.