Tosh smirked a bit with his back still turned to Brady.  "I promise to make sure you don't kill yourself.  I'm not much of a fan of swimming though.  I will give it a go though.  I think there is a lake near the mountain I chose.  We can swim there," the Angosian said as he pulled one final shirt out of the drawer.  The moment of truth occurred right then.  The older man pulled slightly on the makeshift knot at his side, and the towel fell to the floor revealing his muscled backside.<br/><br/>The tall, muscle bound man unfolded the shirt in his hand and pulled it over his torso.  It hugged his frame perfectly, leaving out no detail to his definition.  It had a V neck as well, so the top most portion of each pectoral muscle was visible as well.  He opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of boxerbriefs. While he was sure Brady was watching him from behind, Tosh bent down and slid each leg into them before pulling them up to conceal his rear and groin.  After an adjustment in the front, he finally turned around and began to place the shirts into a bag on the table.<br/><br/>As if nothing had happened, Tosh began to talk with Brady again.  "Tell me about you, Brady.  I know you're Admiral Vincent's nephew, but that's not all you are."