"I do have other clothes," he protests, his gaze sliding down to where Rene's legs fall open, his foot twitching to move in between there, but he's still stuck on that comment, too. "I'm sure you're not being paid enough to protect me so valiantly," he teases, intentionally missing the point. He finishes his glass and leans forward to set it on the table, putting him right beside Rene. "And does your duty come with any rules or caveats?"