He looks Monkling over himself. Had she always smelled this way? This deep of arousal? He wishes it was for him, but understands. He's always around, a warm, smooth skinned girl. He decides, with excellent drunken logic, that he can make it work for him though. He undoes the rest of his buttons slowly, tilting his hips forward to put the bulge in the front on display as he opens the last one. He grins, slipping the shirt off his shoulders to dangle in one hand. He stands there, fit and trim, shirtless. His grin doesn't fade as he looks Monkling over more slowly, being obvious. "Better?" He doesn't wait for the answer, he can smell it, but turns and pads back into the living room, dropping the shirt in a chair as he passes it to sit on the cough next to Chihiro. "Everything's fine. Promise. No one's upset at you. Smoothed it all over."