He shrugged. It wasn't as though he didn't have good reasons for his choice in underthings, or lack thereof. Firstly, he gravitated toward trousers that reminded him of the snug breeches he wore in his former life, and secondly, it just made so much of his life a little bit easier having one less layer of clothing to remove.
Henry sat, his eyes riveted on the unintentional show that Gabriella was putting on for him as she disrobed. Clearly, she was comfortable enough with his presence to do so, but Henry wondered if that would be true if the young woman could properly read the predatory light in his eyes. From his seat, he devoured the sight of her olive-toned skin coming into view as she slipped out of her clothing. By the time Gabriella had stripped down to her modest and plain bra and panties, Henry was feeling even more glad of what little space he had in his pans.
The urge to simply slip off his clothes and slip into the hot tub was great, but that was likely pushing things too far, so instead he walked into his closet, retrieved an exceptionally brief and snug set of swimming trunks, and joined Gabriella in the steaming water.
Gazing out over the Las Vegas lights, he sidled just a bit closer to Gabby and considered her thoughts. "We could get you a band." He continued talking, despite being distracted by the growing transparency of Gabriella's underthings. "Or, once you've released a few more tracks... I could feature you on a Whitehall song..."