A Look At His Scar (2)

"I'm sorry to say this but can that brain of yours think of anything else besides me trying to give you a stripping-session?" Madeline took the words out of her mouth, knowing he wouldn't stop if she didn't say something to make him behave, but he suddenly turned around to look at the woman who bristled back at his quick movement.

"I'm standing in front of you, half-naked." He spelled it out for her. "What else should I possibly think about? Because you haven't asked me to take this off…" he placed his hand on the belt of his trouser with a taunting smile. ".... doesn't mean I shouldn't speak when my innocence is about to be devoured by your merciless gaze."