His expression was grim as she pointed out that she\'d detected his awkwardness with physical contact. He didn\'t enjoy being so transparent but others often did manage to see exactly what was on his mind and it annoyed him as much as it surprised him.
"Oh," was all that he said in response before he backed out of Jed\'s room - her room, he told himself - and into the main living area. "This is the lounge," he told her, proceeding to point out the remotes and what buttons were important for turning the television and the sound on before he led her back around the suede three seater and towards the sparse dining area.
With every new place he took her, he continued to undress, talking minimally to point out the important things in his kitchen, laundry and bathroom with his right hand, while his left arm was occupied holding clothes. His tie was upon the jacket draped over his arm in the lounge room, the buttons on his shirt were undone in the dining area, his business shirt was gone in the kitchen and his white singlet (he\'d been told early on that it was the done thing for men with dark hair upon their chests to wear an extra layer of shirt to hide the shadows of his body - much to his disgust) was off in the bathroom/laundry.
Preceding her back down the slight hall between the kitchen and the storage cupboards between the bathroom and her room, Alec would be able to see the few little scars he had on his sleek, muscular back. The light picked them small puckers up as he moved lithely towards the front area of the apartment, now unbuckling his belt and the button of his pants. Reaching his bedroom, he snapped on the light and stepped in to casually sort out the clothing folded on his left arm.
"This is my room," he told Alec needlessly, dropping his shirt and singlet into his dirty laundry basket just near the door (it was an old, plastic milk crate) and opening the closest cupboard door. If she remained politely in the doorway, her view would be mostly blocked as he took out hangers to put his tie and jacket upon. The bed wasn\'t made - it looked like something had been brawling in it before the covers were kicked downward and skewed sideways, hanging off the unfortunate furniture on both sides, while the four pillows at the top skulked crookedly against the wooden slat headboard, hoping not to be attacked again - but his place was neat otherwise.
When the cupboard door closed, Tau\'s shoes and pants were gone. Looking rather like a model for some sort of men\'s underwear magazine, he was facing Alacer wearing only a pair of clinging black boxer briefs and black socks. His hands were on his hips and his expression had returned to uncertain once more. "It would be wrong to move around the house like this, would it not? You would prefer I put some jeans on?" he queried, knowing it would be offensive to loll about only in his underwear but hoping she\'d tell him otherwise.
She\'d said he should relax around her, she wasn\'t going to send him to jail, so he dared to ask. He normally lolled about his home completely naked but had decided he could bear the soft cotton of his underpants for the sake of modesty (not that they left much to the imagination but he\'d done a little quick manoeuvring while still behind his wardrobe door so that his flaccid self was tucked towards his left thigh and wasn\'t likely to fall out through the fly opening - which he\'d also ensured was pulled over as much as was possible). They sat just below the points of his hips and reached to the top of his muscular thighs and he doubted they\'d hinder him too much.
Of course, should she object to the very stunning display of his svelte physique and insisted he wear pants, he was fully prepared to. He had some nice loose jeans that just managed to cling to his pelvis and stay up but had nice broad legs that wouldn\'t be too annoying. A shirt was out of the question, as were shoes, but pants were the important part anyway, he figured. The nice pattern of his chest hair covering his molded pectorals and trailing sensually down over his rippled abdomen had interested his old boss greatly but Tau didn\' view his houseguest in the same way. She wasn\'t a woman, she was a Shifter.
He leaned down and removed his socks while he waited for her verdict, tossing them into the milk crate basket as well (Alec had the same thing in her room, for dirty clothes). His most prominent scar - where the bear trap had just about severed his leg - was entirely visible, but it was the only real imperfection on his lean, triangular body (broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist and long legs).
