"Why? Getting tired of seeing my dick?"

It was easier to joke than anything. He smiled softly and then he moved forward, climbing out from the desk and heading off towards his wardrobe. When he opened it, there were clothes for him to wear. He took them nervously, like they'd disappear any moment. "Cheon never let me wear clothes. He stripped me the first day and that was it. I tried to put some back on once and he -- it didn't end well."

He pulled his pants up and yanked a shirt over himself, swiftly buttoning it up. "Do we have to go face him?"