Caden looked up at Charles as his chin was tilted up, focusing his eyes on the others face. He found the gesture quite sweet and hearing the words 'You are plenty good' have him get a strange yet present feeling in his stomach. Did he mean it? He couldn't tell, but a small smile still worked its way into his face. "Okay" he said watching Charles head over to select him some clothes. He kept his gaze on the gent for a few seconds before he walked over to his nightstand to get his contacts out and a nice pair of boxers and socks. 'I would do anything that is needed to make this right between us' Those words played on repeat in his mind while to put the contacts into his eyes. What was this? He'd known all his 'carers' before they'd taken this role, so he just pinned it as a thrill. Maybe he was excited to see what would happen next? But he wasn't really sure.<br/><br/>Once his eyes were fixed he turned and went to collect the clothes Charles had picked out. But now that it was time to strip, he did feel a little shy. What if Charles didn't like what he seen? "Hmm..." he hummed quietly. The attitude from before had completely vanished and he slowly brought his fingers down to curl around the material of his long shirt. After a second of hesitation he lifted the fabric over his head and waited to see if Charles had anything to say. Caden didn't have any hair on himself. He liked being presentable even when he didn't have someone looking after him. Untouched and innocent. His waist curved in and his hips gave him an almost feminine appearance, but he knew it was a look most people looked for or wished they had.<br/><br/>He took his boxers first and slipped them on with a quiet chuckle "Enjoy working out? You must be high on something good Sir. There is no way I'll ever look forward to lifting a weight" he said putting on his socks and following up with his shorts and shirt. "What's with the secrets anyway? Am I not allowed to see what's going on in your head?" he asked standing and grabbing the plug before nodding towards the door. "Straight down the hall until you reach the set of twirling stairs. It's a separate part of the house" he said heading out of the bedroom towards the stairs on the other side of the house. His hair was still untidy and he made no attempt to fix it.