Bramen let his eyes move over Dorian's form, licking his lips as he watched the man strip down. It was true though - hearing about the ceremonial purposes of the Warlock attire wasn't nearly as attractive as watching the man slip out of it. His body was well-toned, it had to be considering the line of work they were in as Guardians. He wanted to lay his hands against the man's body, run them across that darker skin, kiss across that smooth flesh. He refrained though, working instead on getting his own armour off, unfastening the breastplate he wore and untying the scarf at his neck.

"You could turn the light on, if you'd like," he said with a thin smile, focusing on getting the armour off first before he removed the cloth beneath it, though both layers were rather cumbersome. One that breastplate was off, he worked on removing his gloves and the braces on his arms and legs, merely tossing them to an out of the way spot he could retrieve later. It would be so much easier if his ghost could simply make it materialise off his body - but he didn't mind stripping down for Dorian.

"It might be easier to see me then, at least until more of my skin gets exposed."