The shades are really the only thing he has to prevent him from feeling like a vulnerable nerd stripping down in the locker rooms. Her eagerness is promising, at least. He figures it'd be hard to disappoint her, but cockiness is harder to fake than he ever thought it would be. At least he can kind of fake the cool, right? Yeah. He can be super slick once he wiggles out of these fucking pants.

Actually, playing it cool is a little difficult when she does that, but he's starting to get used to her hands on approach to everything. He lets out a soft laugh, hiding the fact that her hands on him has his breath hitching.

"Seems like you're the expert then." He stops wiggling, trying to go with the flow here. "Go nuts." That was the worst possible phrase to use.