Damn.

[it's a nice sweaty shirt too. Top tier actually as far as sweaty shirts go. But Stede is far too distracted by looking like a complete idiot to take much notice. Except when Ed starts to lift his shirt revealing lots of skin and tattoos that he can only just see in the flashing lights.

He had managed to keep his eyes averted the last time, not so this time and right and front him seems to be precluding an intimate moment and if Stede is not careful he's going to slip his hands under there and help him the rest of the way --just to check to see if the skin underneath is also damp with sweat.

Fortunately panic overrides everything else and welcome relief.]

Thank you. Here. We'll trade. [he shucks off his shirt too and shakes his head to get his hair out of his face. ]

Wait hang on I need to-- Ah hold this. [he gives Ed the old shirt and undoes his stockings which do not match]

Do you think he'll be scandalized by bare calf? I'll risk it. These can just... [he kicks them and the shoes under a nearby table, feeling almost completely nude in just his trousers and then holds his hand out for the purple undershirt which is much more classic. Not leather but at least not completely stupid]

Thanks, Ed. I really mean it.