He watched her eyes, the way they moved on his body for a moment, and when she twitched a brow at him he smiled a little. His hands dropped to his belt, opening it, and then his fly. He slid his slacks down his thighs enough to reveal his modest black shorts, the discrete bulge in his shorts. It was slightly less impressive for him to take his pants off than it had been to get Adaline naked; he wasn't nearly so graceful about it.

When they were off though, he sat there in his shorts, contemplating if he should take them off, or take out his packer, or leave the whole business alone for a moment. He stared down at himself, more contemplatively than anything else.