"Something soft, yes," Chris answered, buying himself a moment. He made no move to undress, his cuffs buttoned tightly at his wrists, his shirt done up to the neck with the top button behind a tie, the whole think covered over with a jumper. Chris was layers upon layers, underneath it all was still an undiscovered t-shirt. It was difficult to even determine the shape of his body with so much worn.

But his eyes were drawn to Val's body and he proved himself to be true. He liked to look, liked to watch. Every move the man made, Chris followed with his eyes.