"Yes, No, and No. Yes, they're called boxers. No, not really to what you bombed my window into. Lack of clothes is also a comfort thing; I was just relaxing at home, nothing terrible. And final no -- well, to other humans maybe, but we long moved past that." I explain, while she's watching my hands. "Closest step a Human can be to being naked, without being naked, is underwear. Which is an embarrassing, comforting or very intimate thing, depending on the mood or situation." I explain; belt unbuckles, and I'm sliding my pants legs down.