Graham blinked. Well, good clothes didn't come easily, these days. So cutting one of his best pair of pants up was definitely not the logical thing to do.
He probably stared at Lita for longer than usual before giving a hesitant nod, "right, then." Clearing his throat, he gave a bit of a look around before he moved to ease off the table, both hands going to work at unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, "I've thought about screaming a time or two-- mostly when taking the stairs. But no, I don't think it's broken. I wouldn't be able to stand, would I?" Graham didn't know. He wasn't a doctor.
Hooking his thumbs into the top of his trousers, he pushed them down before straightening back up. Graham was a boxers guy. It was just like wearing shorts, right..? Right? He would look at it that way. Today's boxers were red and black plaid. Because why not? He liked the color red.
"..all the way?" Either way was awkward enough. He could kick off his shoes and step out of his pants easy enough, but.. Well, if he didn't have to...