[The light touch brings him back to himself, if only a little, and Lelouch's eyes trail back to Setsuna's earnest pair, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. Had he run into anyone else...
He peels off the robe as if he hadn't heard him, letting that fall, too, but he stops before making any move to take off the white jeweled shirt beneath or the white pants still hugging his form. A thin strip of pale flesh is visible just above the hem, tantalizingly within reach, and Lelouch does take the initiative to guide Setsuna's hand closer, seeking some middle ground.]
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He peels off the robe as if he hadn't heard him, letting that fall, too, but he stops before making any move to take off the white jeweled shirt beneath or the white pants still hugging his form. A thin strip of pale flesh is visible just above the hem, tantalizingly within reach, and Lelouch does take the initiative to guide Setsuna's hand closer, seeking some middle ground.]
Touch me. I won't be angry.