Mason draws himself up, shirtless, hands on his waistband. "Nooo. I'm fine." He clears his throat, kicks his slippers off (lightly), and then pushes down his sweats.
And
there he stands, ladies and gentlemen.
"Hmph." He folds his arms smugly, raising his chin as he starts moving towards her tub... bed... thing.
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