Subject change, yes, he wanted to roll with that subject change. He peeked his head back out from his shell again.

He was far more comfortable talking about his lack of clothes than about how he'd freaked out over a peek of camisole and skin.

"Me and my brothers used to play around with clothes when we were little but we stopped as we got older," he said, "We didn't need 'em and the only ones we could get were ones that'd been thrown out. They get in the way of fighting, anyway."