Ethan followed and as he is told to strip he shrugs starts to unbuckle his tactical gear and putting his weapons down, though he hesitates holding his pistol over the table. It's been months since he'd felt comfortable being in any way or for any amount of time unarmed. With a deep breath he powers through his anxiety placing the weapon down and removing his clothes quickly, to try and lighten the mood he puts a sock over his length and stands in the center of the room waiting for Eliza to return. While she was out of the room he talked loudly to ask her a few details about their location. "Hey, I haven't found a map in a while, where exactly is this?"<br/><br/>When she returned to the room she would she his scarred body, most notably was a very apparent bullet wound in his right shoulder. All healed but these were terrible injuries, suffered in an event he would not easily speak of and the cause of his troops fall. His skin was dirty and dried blood stained it just as it did his clothes, "So I thought you might appreciate the censorship ma'am," he smirked trying to hold back an embarrassed laugh." He wouldn't say it out loud but he was happy to have a beautiful woman tell him to take his clothes off, it had been years since he'd last been with a woman.