[Wolfwood has the right idea, but that isn't all there is to it. The man has been through a lot, worrying over Vash and caring for him in the same breath. The least the Independent can do is help him take a load off for a short while. Especially when he's bound and determined to administer the same level of gentle care that had been afforded to him.
He casts a glance toward Wolfwood, shirt pulled up to his pecs. A lopsided grin splits his face as he lowers the shirt once more. His hips do a little shimmy, entirely exaggerated, before finally a wink is offered.]
Like that? [A laugh leaves him, absolutely smitten.] Or did you want to do the honors?
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He casts a glance toward Wolfwood, shirt pulled up to his pecs. A lopsided grin splits his face as he lowers the shirt once more. His hips do a little shimmy, entirely exaggerated, before finally a wink is offered.]
Like that? [A laugh leaves him, absolutely smitten.] Or did you want to do the honors?