He had no shame about his body, aged as it was. He was still strong, still fit, and nothing about him was weak. He was proud to show it off, even with scars from the years gone by besides the one on his face on display.
"That thing has a zip? I assumed you just painted it on," He pointed out as he put a knee on the bed, crawling onto it, "Roll over," He stated, leaning over her, ready to unzip if he had to.