Well, that’s entirely unexpected. Here he is, always dressed to look good, and Sol’s response is to rip his dress shirt off. He blinks slowly as he tries to process what he’s seeing. He can hear the fabric tear, feel it give way and free his undershirt to the air...he gives Sol a look as he does it, one that’s hard to decipher. It’s not exactly warm or cold, it’s like he’s thinking about something.

“Impressive.” It’s just one word first as he presses his body back to Sol’s, hands getting back to work on everything he still needs to get out of the way. With Sol’s belt off, his pants could come down with a forceful push, but he wants to save that for a moment. He grips Sol’s shirt, feigning like he’s going to rip it off, but starts pulling it up instead. With some cooperation from Sol, he’ll have the shirt off easily.

But now Legault has seen how rough Sol can be, and he feels a strong need to interrupt again. “If you like it rough, there’s no reason to hold back. It’s not like we’re strangers.” And now his mind is turning; he needs to repay the favor for Sol somehow.