"Oh, yer. I done hurt myself five times so far. Ain't nothin' I ain't used to." He climbed off the roof, hanging the hammer onto his pocket. "I done learned how get clothes on properly but I reckon it's easier without my shirt. If it ain't right, miss, I reckon I best can put it back on."
He took the rag and wiped off his brow and chest a bit. He'd already developed a proper farmers tan and the sweat made every muscle shine. He had to shift himself again, that was something he couldn't help but do, not matter how inappropriate it might be.