Emile
Forest's request almost gave Emile pause, a realization that drew a snicker from the Changeling.
Certainly. After all, this is supposed to be what you want it to be.
With that, the Changeling withdrew from Forest, starting to unbutton the dress shirt.
"Fair warning," Emile said, slipping out of the dress shirt, to reveal himself, complete with some toning from Mordred's training, started not too long ago, "I'm not nearly as nice to look at, really. The job never had me doing much in the way of physical activity and...yeah..."
The Changeling trailed off with a blush, swiftly divesting himself of his remaining clothes to leave himself as naked as Forest before him, his length throbbing with pent-up need, his eyes locked onto Forest's, more than a little nervous as he waited for her, though for what signal or sign he wasn't entirely sure.