[That, in fact, is what snags on Zenyatta's attention the most; until now he has seemed, for the most part, to be- well- a sex object, there entirely for Jamie's gratification.
This, though... still recovering, he manages a light, almost (but not quite) adoring laugh.]
In that case... please. [He spreads his palms, guiding them down his body as if in display.] Be my guest.
[the real question is will he figure out the modesty panel]
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This, though... still recovering, he manages a light, almost (but not quite) adoring laugh.]
In that case... please. [He spreads his palms, guiding them down his body as if in display.] Be my guest.
[the real question is will he figure out the modesty panel]