[What happens next is curious indeed. At first, that tremble turns to outright shaking as Vash lets out a gasp. In that first moment, it's a whole bout of sensitivity. It takes a turn, however, as Wolfwood's fingers drag across a rougher patch of skin, or perhaps even a strip of metal. In that second, the fingers still twined in his hair tighten once more — impulse and instinct, rather than anything.

It takes him little more than a second to recover, but then Vash is reeling back. The fluster on his face, the near rapture, has been replaced with something a little more shadowed and guarded. He holds his arms in front of his chest, not defiant but almost defensive.]

W-wait. Hang on, Nick.

[He forces himself to take a deep breath. When he's managed to get a grip on himself, he lowers his hands. They fall to the hem of his thermal, gripping it but not yet pulling up.]

We should - get this out of the way before we go any further. [He glances away, not quite willing to meet Wolfwood's gaze. He doesn't want to see the revulsion there.]

It ain't pretty under there, is all I'm saying. We're... probably better keeping it on, honestly. Not that the legs are much better but...

[He heaves a shrug.]