You like seeing if you can make me yield. [throws back his head and laughs before sliding to his feet with fluid grace. The state of relaxation might not be great for him to fight in, but more because he lacks motivation than anything. Studying her, he grins again, considering the possibility that she'll just make him strip and leave him there. He doesn't mind so much]
Alright then. [shrugs out of his jacket and his mostly unbuttoned shirt, not batting an eye at exposing the incomplete tattoo on his back. He knows he'd usually mind, but now he's reaching instead for his belt and undoing it meticulously] Everything?