Pffft.

[He can't help it. The way Vash kisses him, all genuine and sincere, after saying he can trust Wolfwood...

Well, they already had this conversation. There's no room for doubt between the two of them anymore. Worries and insecurities, yes, but if there's one thing that Wolfwood's been fighting for, it's Vash's continued trust. He doesn't intend to lose that.]

Alright, alright...I should probably lose the rest of this, then.

["This" being his pants, which he unbuttons, zips, and pulls off with little fanfare. His legs aren't much different than the rest of him: nowhere near as battle damaged as Vash's, but plenty enough to tell a story. Very hairy. He's also a boxers man, unsurprisingly-

Now it's just the two of them sitting mostly-naked on top of Vash's mattress, in a house that's thankfully kept warm by a fireplace. It's not exactly the most...romantic start, considering the position they were in earlier, but they still need to go about this carefully. They're both damaged in different ways, after all.

Wolfwood leans back a little on his haunches, taking a moment to really look Vash over.]

I'll be honest with you. I don't even really know where to start. ...but I think I got some ideas, if you'll let me.