[ a soft ah escapes him before it turns into an airy laugh. ]

Oh, it's more than all right. As for my fitness level ... well, I hope it's a nice surprise for you~. [ his hand slides from the wings down Friday's back to grab at the hem of his shirt, starting to lift it up to encourage Friday to help him with getting it off him. ]

Before this gets out of hand and I don't have the patience or restraint to properly ask, is there anything off limits? Or something you really like? Rough, tender, etc.?