"Is that what this is," he asked with a grin. "Trying to get me out of a wardrobe you find horrendous," he asked, arching a brow. "I knew it had a goal beyond having my amazing body nude," he said, shaking his head and tsking sadly.

"You're never going to let that word go, are you?" He asked it as a question but he knew the truth. The answer was nope, never. "Well that's good, I'm thinking about yours. Does it still have hand prints?"