The smirk is annoying and all he can do to avoid it is look away, which isn't painting him in a better light exactly. Isn't he too old to react like a child caught in the act? And he's certainly had too many people touching him to explain why this here makes him feel shy. He's getting dressed now, his body is getting covered up. There's no good reason he should find it exciting.

Then again, Jade's doing more than just helping him try on a new shirt. Arching into Jade's hands, skin hot, his fingers press into Jade's sides as if to mimic him. He really doesn't understand why Jade's doing what he's doing, at this time. His body is more than happy to welcome the attention without questioning it. Face sinking into Jade's soft hair, he takes a deep breath; gasps when Jade leaves a wet spot on his chest and a teasing drag of teeth on top of it.

This is quickly dipping its toes into dangerous territory. He's leaning forward, trying to shove Jade against the mirror as much as he's trying to keep himself from doing it. Cursing under his breath, right into Jade's ear, his eyelids droop as he observes what their reflections are doing ... it seems unreal, but it's happening. Completely painless, soft arousal prickling under his skin.