[is koby aware of that? to some extent -- he can feel the gentle undercurrent of awkwardness, laced with desire and self-consciousness, that runs through goodsir's warm, welcoming aura, the same way he can tell there are darker, hidden places in his mind and soul. it's all ambient, noise in the back of koby's mind, things he remains aware of, but doesn't focus too intently upon.

still, there's a knowing sort of look on his pink-cheeked face as he mirrors the posture, leaning forward, hands clasped on his knee, overalls and earnestness and innocence radiating like a corona of sunlight around him. it's carefully schooled away, because they're slipping back into this game, this persona, where koby is the wide-eyed, unknowing subordinate. it's part of what he liked so much, had thought about since the other night.]

I'm afraid so. I'm having them right now. [soft, a little shy, even as his gaze drags slow and careful and lingering over goodsir's frame, lingers on his broad shoulders, his chest, lower.] Foremost is definitely, ah -- relieving you of some of your layers. For comfort, of course. It gets so warm here in the midday, when the sun comes in through the windows.

[tilting his head, sweet, earnest:] Don't you agree?