[ That's all the hint he needs. He unbuttons his shirt, slowly and deliberately, making a performance out of it, before removing it and tossing it aside. It hits the grass with a decidedly unsexy wet thwop that he ignores. In stark contrast to her modesty, he doesn't make any moves to cover his body, instead toying with the button at the waistband of his trousers as if waiting for approval before continuing. ]
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Better?