[ Okay, to be fair, Adolf's already seen Oona topless enough times that he's learned how to strategize when she's not wearing clothes— he has spare shirts at the ready in spades, she'd know that by now.
So he shouldn't be embarrassed about it anymore, not really. And he isn't, but her expressing that is still somewhat... well.
He stops midmotion in running his mouth over her scars again, keeps his head there while he answers. ]
...You'll still have to keep your clothes on around me.
[ A warning, gentle, as if he's read her mind. ]
I'm still a red-blooded male.
[ Meaning, she can't just do that to him all the time; she'll drive him crazy, at this rate. He obliges her for now, though, and pulls back enough so that Oona can take her shirt off if she wants...
...unless she wants him to do that for her, which she'll have to articulate. ]
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So he shouldn't be embarrassed about it anymore, not really. And he isn't, but her expressing that is still somewhat... well.
He stops midmotion in running his mouth over her scars again, keeps his head there while he answers. ]
...You'll still have to keep your clothes on around me.
[ A warning, gentle, as if he's read her mind. ]
I'm still a red-blooded male.
[ Meaning, she can't just do that to him all the time; she'll drive him crazy, at this rate. He obliges her for now, though, and pulls back enough so that Oona can take her shirt off if she wants...
...unless she wants him to do that for her, which she'll have to articulate. ]