Jules stands there, blushing still blushing and wondering if she was telling the truth or not.  He looks back at her, but even naked, there is a strength there, a dominance there.  A strength that he does not have.<br/><br/>He takes a small, hesitant step towards her at her soft command.  His eyes go up her body, pausing for a moment at her breasts, taking in their perfection.  Then, his gaze lifts up, only able to look at her eyes for a second, maybe two, before he can no longer meet the intensity there, and he lowers his eyes once more.<br/><br/>Jules swallows, not sure how that thing could look good on him, but he moves to stand before her, turning around before her.  Letting his hands drop back to his sides, waiting for her to "dress" him.