Amun
You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises
Smiling at the redhead's laughter, the advisor started walking towards the chair. "Funny you should ask." He smirked at Sam, simply standing there doing nothing for a moment.
Then Amun's hands slid under the hem of his shirt. He pulled it off and tossed it into a corner. Meeting Sam's gaze the entire time, the potter took off his shoes and they followed his shirt. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, he shimmied out of them and kicked them aside. Now only in his underwear, he waggled his eyebrows.
Then he stripped those two, throwing them aside with a flourish. Putting his hands on his hips, he grinned, letting the bookmaker drink his fill. Only then did the advisor slid back and snag a blanket that was lying nearby. Settling into the chair, he draped the blanket over one leg and his naughty bits, leaving the other leg and the rest of him completely bare. Putting his elbow on the arm of the chair, he rested his cheek on his fist, the other arm lying almost straight out. "How's this?"
For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid
