Miniver also was not particularly trying to make this anything sexual. Once he'd determined that Skwisgaar wasn't either, he was perfectly content to let it be whatever it was. He has long been almost an addict of touch as much as he is to alcohol. He squirms out of his shirt and presses himself against Skwisgaar.
"I'd love to see it. Hell, I might even be nice and offer to help you move shit over there."