He- well, she, really- watched Alma pull the clothes out, looking over what she was putting on the bed. Frankly, with him having Spring Break this week of all things, he wasn't planning on spending too much time in clothing. But he didn't want to tell her that right away, letting her show him all the underthings she wanted.
Leaning back, he adjusted a bra strap back onto his shoulder, looking confused. "How are they supposed to fit? This seems..." He shrugged. Other than the strap, and the idea of having wires attatched to his chest, it didn't feel uncomfortable, per se.