Gideon snorts, then shrugs--considering just how quickly the entire encounter happened, it hardly matters whether Amos disrobed or not. But he can hardly deny the fact that Amos' figure is one he's spent more time thinking about than he'd prefer to admit. Splaying his hand over even a fraction of that broad expanse is a quiet pleasure.

(And he can't remember the last time he touched someone else's bare skin.)