I think what I was picturing is myself undressing while you wait elsewhere, then coming to me naked, but covered, so I can reveal at my own pace. Perhaps in the bed in your...what should we call it, play room?

You would be allowed to touch me, if you wanted, but I likely wouldn't be in the mood for sex anyway.

[It...almost sounds nice, to be honest. Someone just looking at his scars, touching them, accepting them. Accepting him, as he feels oddly sure Chris will.]