Aleron immediately scowled at Jaron at the question. "It doesn't matter, anyways." He insisted, starting to regret having tossed his clothes so easily with how vulnerable and open he felt with only that towel around his thin waist. Of course he really wouldn't have minded if he had been with his own family.. Werewolves were used to seeing others naked, really, because no one shifted with clothing on, and obviously there were times when one shifted and they weren't concealed in a room of sorts to grab something to cover themselves. So, naturally, if you make it a normal thing it doesn't even matter anymore. Within family limits- Of course.<br/><br/>He almost growled at himself during these thoughts, however- He wasn't vulnerable. At all. Of course.. That could've just been a tough act. He shifted where he was sitting so he wasn't sprawled out, instead simply leaning back into a corner of the couch while resting an arm on the arm of the couch, his chin in his hand while he seemed to think- Ignoring whatever Jaron would've been saying next.