[ He groans at the rough handling, smiling viciously through his teeth. With a dark chuckle, his hand finally leaves her wings, only to snatch up her chin and force her to look up at him, though he doesn’t really stop her from undressing him the rest of the way. ]

Why can’t I have it both ways, darling? I’m already baring myself to you, body and soul, aren’t I?

[ He punctuates that by kicking his pants—or the remnants of them—off the rest of the way, all the while keeping his gaze on hers.

And he still doesn’t regret ripping her clothes off at all.

But he does step back a little, to let her take him in in his nakedness, bared to both her gaze and that of the creator from which he’d been sprung. ]

Or were you thinking of sinking lower than that?