Harry stopped breathing for a moment, the intensity of Faelan's growl making him shiver in anticipatory delight. Faelan was prickly, but he was also quiet and gentle and only the cycle of the moon reminded Harry of the wolf inside the man. The moon and the prospect of a good shag, Harry thought with grin.
"I'd banish 'em, but we'd prob'ly end up walking outta here naked." Instead of helping Faelan with his own trousers, Harry moved his hands to the opposite placket and found a simple button and zipper. He parted the quickly opened sides and let them slide down a bit so he could get his hand inside to explore what he was being offered. "I think I can work with this."