The phrase was rather foreign in that context, but regardless he nodded. "I was quite unaware. I might have done the opposite of what would be the norm to seem as if I do have a slight shred of modesty." He was not beyond painting himself in a good light, especially with her. Especially with Hood here to taint whatever good will he had in mind with the ill will that he had done before coming here.
He may not have a true sense of modesty he did not want to expose himself to her quite yet. So with the final tug of the last lace he turned his back to her. He had no qualms with showing her his backside. Sliding his thumbs into the waist of the trousers he eased them over his hips, as he stepped from his boots, with a long practiced movement, he was fully bare. He sat with his back to her on the edge of the bed, between two pairs of the trousers she had purchased.
"Which pair should I start with first, my lady?" he cast the question over his shoulder.