He pushes the fabric down over her shoulder, her sports bra almost like a second skin, but a less telling one - his eyes don't even linger there. Instead they pull back up to her face, to the grin on her lips making a warmth spread through him that there was no denying.

"Yeah," He said, a little distracted by her expression to fully process the words, so even while he said it he didn't actually do anything to help. A few seconds later his brain caught up and his hands went to the armour plating of his suit and started to help her strip it off.