Uh-huh. Just that soft, slinky fabric all over here...

[ He runs his hand over Fjord's chest, over the pecs and dipping downward. ]

...to here.

[ Molly stops his hand just above the navel, grinning as Fjord asks about it. Oh, he could see that coming a mile away, and it is such a hot idea that if he wasn't spent already, he'd get worked up by the thought. ]

Hmm, it all depends on if you'll buy me new ones to replace what you tear off me.