He colors faintly as his robes are moved and he's looked over. Putting himself entirely in the control of hands he trusts happens to be one of Anders' favorite things, and that's in part because he's trusted so very few enough for this in his life.
Anders takes Nate's hand and follows him into the tent, letting go as soon as their inside so he can slowly unfasten his robe tie and push the garment open the rest of the way.
"My lord seems to appreciate what he sees. He may... he may see as much as he'd like." The hesitation is deliberate, trying to sound like he's nervous when he's actually not. Anders' lowered eyes and smile that's not quite shy and humble give that away; he's not an actor despite how he's trying for the scene. With a shrug of his shoulders, he's dropping the robes entirely and standing there in leggings, socks, and boots... and very glad that it's warm and not cold.
"I am at my lord's disposal, only please spare my farm."
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Date: 2016-06-04 12:40 am (UTC)From:Anders takes Nate's hand and follows him into the tent, letting go as soon as their inside so he can slowly unfasten his robe tie and push the garment open the rest of the way.
"My lord seems to appreciate what he sees. He may... he may see as much as he'd like." The hesitation is deliberate, trying to sound like he's nervous when he's actually not. Anders' lowered eyes and smile that's not quite shy and humble give that away; he's not an actor despite how he's trying for the scene. With a shrug of his shoulders, he's dropping the robes entirely and standing there in leggings, socks, and boots... and very glad that it's warm and not cold.
"I am at my lord's disposal, only please spare my farm."