"I'm working on it!" Asher bit back immediately, half tempted to remain shirtless just to make Ray more uncomfortable. Instead, he settled for a short commentary as he scooped his shirt up off the floor and proceeded to button it. "It's not my fault someone decided to start the stripping in the kitchen, is it?" Maybe it was; he couldn't really remember. Nor did he care to.

He went to fasten the last button, only to find it gone. "You broke my fucking shirt," he said, eyes slowly shifting to the pictures that now littered the floor. Well, those needed to be burned... right along with his eyeballs and maybe his shirt.

"You were saying?"