Laedo stifles another snort and, finding himself close to Meallan's top-side, takes a braid and tugs. "That's not very fair of you." Though the strip-show isn't in the least something he wants to have halted. In fact, he can see why the elf might want to sit back and watch.

Now that he's settled, he murmurs, "I hope to get a proper show out of all of this. You leave a man too long to soak and he'll turn into a prune, after all." At this point, he's expecting something more along the lines of the pair of them playing around in front of him, which would honestly be enough if he had to admit it to himself. The rest is icing on the cake.