[Eichi drinks in the attention, his hands going to hold himself steady by resting on Fox's hips as his shirt is unbuttoned. He remains collected, his brows raising and the grin on his face the only indication that his telling Fox to undress him might be anything less innocent than needing a little help and wanting to spice up their "date".]

Myyy, but don't you seem tense. Do you want me to work that out? I bet your muscles are screaming for a good massage.