Gale flinches back at first, his instinct to be embarrassed of being naked in front of anyone, but he eases quickly. As she says, it's only fair. He laughs, and the tension ebbs out of him, the way it always seems to do around Harley. "Of course. Your wish is my command."

He lifts his arms so that she can peel him out of his shirt, wondering if he should offer to take off his pants as well, whether that would be fair, whether that would be too far over a line they cannot cross. It doesn't stop his thoughts from drifting elsewhere, particularly when her bare skin brushes his. Even the barest touch of her fingertips is electric, invigorating every nerve ending. His hands itch with the desire to explore her, so he cups her jaw to keep from reaching for anything else.