[That gets a good-natured laugh, because she's the one who suggested he should wear clothing in the first place. Modesty isn't something he's developed (and if he spends all his time with Wanda, he might not get a very good grasp on it at first).]
Certainly.
[He does need the help, but after a bit his fine shirt and vest are discarded to the edge of the nest and his chest laid bare. Here and there, the runes engraved into his metal parts shine unevenly with the same yellow light she'd observed earlier. None of them are particularly active at the moment, but any of them could be - none are fully dark. His flesh is that same unusual maroon color, as if someone had stained it with beetroot juice, but he's shaped like a man and feels touch like any human, and he finds himself shivering lightly as she runs her hands over him.]
Is that, er, good for you? [And then, hastily,] I like it.
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Certainly.
[He does need the help, but after a bit his fine shirt and vest are discarded to the edge of the nest and his chest laid bare. Here and there, the runes engraved into his metal parts shine unevenly with the same yellow light she'd observed earlier. None of them are particularly active at the moment, but any of them could be - none are fully dark. His flesh is that same unusual maroon color, as if someone had stained it with beetroot juice, but he's shaped like a man and feels touch like any human, and he finds himself shivering lightly as she runs her hands over him.]
Is that, er, good for you? [And then, hastily,] I like it.