[ Truly not the type to flush and fluster then? That's a damn shame, because it would have soothed a little of Gen's ire to watch him balk at that particular suggestion. At least he can sit with the satisfaction that despite the attempted servant and master dynamics still at play here, Gen just gave the man an order and had it followed.

That little win would taste sweeter without the condescending follow up question though.

Gen's smile tightens a fraction as his gaze drops down to the underwear still on. There's no sense of awe on his face as he looks, but then again he's a military man. Being surrounded by people with god-like bodies in the locker rooms is an entirely familiar scene to him. He's got to wonder how often this guy strips down for an audience that he's so comfortable doing it.

Might as well try one last thing to see if he can get some hint of a reaction out of him. ]

Sure, but you really want me to half-ass it this way? It spilled on your lap, right? You gotta let me do a thorough job getting things cleaned.

[ Strained smile pulled so tight. Ha! Take that, jackass!! ]