My Land, My Rules

"Well," said Gladio, who pretty much already had his shirt pulled off at this point and tossed aside, and quickly started in on his belt and the rest of it, "if you insist."

He'd clearly needed plenty of convincing, but in not too long at all, there we was, not a stitch of clothing between himself in the world, slipping into the water, and pulling an arm around Nell to make sure there wasn't much between him and her, either.

"Boy," he then laughed, "sure if a good thing you'll have plenty of warning if anyone does swing by tonight. Somehow, I don't think this'll be the kind of gathering you'd want them to think it is."