With a brave smile, Maya left the comfort of her sister's arms to face the Scot alone... She bent down tug at the ankles of his pants, and with his help, he pulled them straight off and tossed them to the side. Maya bit her lip at the question... "If you're man enough," she queried, as if challenging him. The knowledge of the Coxien, and her own earthly experience told her that the human male would produce more testosterone if he was confronted in such a manner, and of course, Maya's delicious new curves would also make him wet at the mouth like a dog staring at a new milkbone. The thong and bikini top were still pressed tight against her skin, but she made no move to remove them. They were woven from Zikkick's silk, and there were no natural clasps to remove them, so they would have to be torn off of her. It would be a shame to rip apart such works of beauty, but after what had happened, she felt more comfortable in her birthday suit than anything else.