[Okay, hot. That's like a shot of adrenaline straight to his dick. He loves him a bossy man (you need to get help). It'll take Ain a second to wiggle out of the shirt, though, to undo the ties at the top of the tunic and slip it over his head without agitating his stomach wound too much. Then, he lays back down, bandaged but shirtless.]
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There. Better?