[ when she puts it like that, it does make plenty of sense, and he's almost a little embarrassed that he hadn't considered how obvious that step would be. but it's also because of what it entails, since taking off his pants in the presence of a woman is typically saved for much drastically different situations, of which sewing a patch of fabric onto his trousers isn't.

he's well aware that there's no suggestion anywhere between the lines, but it proves to feel a little awkward all the same, if only because of his own standards in being a proper gentleman, which doesn't consist of flaunting around in his underwear. ]

Uh, no, it's — as long as you're alright with it. I just don't want to be indecent in front of a lady.

[ standing back up, his hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckle with slow care, suddenly far more aware of just how small this room is. ]

It is alright with you, yeah?

[ even if she's technically already confirmed it. ]