He looked over the coat she had pulled out setting the denim down he ran his hands over the buttery smooth surface. His eyes cut up to her, a slight chuckle rumbling in his throat. He wasn't shy. He was more conserned for her. But she was here. With him.
He began to undo the togs that held his doublet together. "If you wish to look, my lady, I'll not stop you." He practically growled. His tone turning throaty and lusty.