He watched her as she strode into his room, a faint smirk appearing as he realised what she was doing. "You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked, stripping his briefs off first, followed by his undershirt, after only a brief pause. His torso was covered in scars, evidence of having survived an abusive childhood. Normally he hid them, not wanting any pity, but he had a feeling that Yasmeen wouldn't judge.