"Oh, please do," Shannon encouraged airily. With Eli's arms up and in position, Shannon easily slipped the shirt down over his head, down his sides, hands ghosting against his skin through the leather. He dipped enough to kiss Eli on the forehead, holding his position for a moment before he quietly turned back to the pile and found the next piece.

While he got that, he added, "Though you could probably skip the more obvious exclusions." As he spoke, his voice had become quieter and a bit more even. Just the simple act of getting them ready, of serving in such a way, was helping him slip into the proper mindset.