Trowa's not about to whip off his shirt and do the hula either, right then, so that's fine. Not to imply that he will ever whip off his shirt and do the hula, since:
a) He does not in fact know how to hula, and, b) If he was the sort to do any whipping-off of clothes, he would have a part-time job as a Chippendale dancer, not as a mechanic or anything like that--not to mention that, c) Trowa is clearly missing the little bow-tie that would signify said employment status and his clothing is not designed to be the break-away sort.
So, since the stripping is being left to ruffly lawyers with Chronos-induced memory gaps, Trowa just waits to see if he's really stepped past his boundaries this time, preparing to sleep on the floor or even leave if he's asked to. Instead, he gets forgiveness, which does even more to surprise him than the harsh words had.
It takes him a bit to stifle any ingrained suspicions he might have regarding how easily it's handed over and stop himself trying to keep pushing Hiruma away, but in the end, he manages a small nod.
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a) He does not in fact know how to hula, and,
b) If he was the sort to do any whipping-off of clothes, he would have a part-time job as a Chippendale dancer, not as a mechanic or anything like that--not to mention that,
c) Trowa is clearly missing the little bow-tie that would signify said employment status and his clothing is not designed to be the break-away sort.
So, since the stripping is being left to ruffly lawyers with Chronos-induced memory gaps, Trowa just waits to see if he's really stepped past his boundaries this time, preparing to sleep on the floor or even leave if he's asked to. Instead, he gets forgiveness, which does even more to surprise him than the harsh words had.
It takes him a bit to stifle any ingrained suspicions he might have regarding how easily it's handed over and stop himself trying to keep pushing Hiruma away, but in the end, he manages a small nod.
"...Yes?"
He'd like that, at least.