Daniel's hands slipped awkwardly as she scolded him sarcastically, but he did set about with more haste.  Finally unbuttoned, he pulled the shirt off to show his bare torso.  He was certainly not overly muscled, as his sheltered life had left him little time for physical exertion.  However, he was decently toned.<br/><br/>He held the shirt in a crumpled up heap, momentarily unsure of what to do with it.  Looking around, he let his glance slide toward the angry young lady to the side.  She didn't seem to understand where they were, or what they were here for, and his lips twisted in pity.  Of course, Daniel was far from certain what awaited them, but he could guess, and the young lady's struggles would surely only make it worse.  He only hoped that he wouldn't be punished along with her.<br/><br/>With a sigh, he dropped the shirt to the floor and returned his eyes to the floor, proceeding to unfasten his trousers and slide them down to show the soft white cotton of the undershorts beneath.  He bent over as he slipped off his pants, and stepped out of them carefully before standing once again and holding his hands in front of him.