"It does. I have a considerate boyfriend. Should probably thank him with a kiss." She does. Of course, it's not a lingering kiss, because there is the shirt to contend with. After three whole seconds of careful study, Eirene tries something ... new.

She reaches out, grasps material securely in both hands, and shreds his shirt into enough pieces to just slide off.

"There."

The goddess dips her head after a moment to flick her tongue just below his collarbone.