"Don't be silly-- this is casual!" Frederick laughs. He never really thought about how strange his clothing might seem to someone who's so obviously from a different time.

Meanwhile, he's rather fascinated by the simplicity of her own undergarments. It's incredibly flattering, he thinks, not to mention convenient. Or, at least, he imagines it will be-- he's undone far more complicated things before.

He pulls his own shirt off quickly behind his back, then wraps his arms tightly around her to give her an almost desperate kiss, revelling in the feeling of her bare skin against his arms.