Alivian doesn't fight Hank's tugging, walking with him without protest.

"Sure. It's just skin, is my point."

He does start to button the shirt back up, hiding the look of him, as well as the way that a trail of fur had extended from his navel and down past his pants.

"That "parking garage" place full of those-- so-called cars seems to be decent for privacy. Especially with the number of them...."

He pockets both nipple clamps for now, and settles his hands inside to follow suit.

"I'm not an exhibitionist, either," he amends. "I mean, I.. wouldn't necessarily know. It's not like I've had interest in trying it."