Tseng paused in the act of closing the drawer at that soft plea, and he glanced over his shoulder at X'rhun, his gaze unreadable. He had been expecting an argument about being from Ala Mhigo to try and sway Tseng into giving him warmer clothes and was rather surprised when instead of an argument, a plea was voiced instead.

A plea for smallclothes.

"I suppose I could be generous," he mused, opening the drawer and pulling to a pair of absolutely tiny panties. There was no way X'rhun's cock and balls were going to be contained within them, but they were silk and thus more concealing as requested. The back was a single string meant to go between the cheeks and thus would tease his hole greatly while the sides were more strings tied in whimsical bows.

"You may wear this today," he stated, holding out the scrap of silk with the air of this being X'rhun's only chance to wear something today, and if he refused those, he wasn't going to get anything else to wear until Tseng decided such a thing. Of course, if X'rhun wanted something with more fabric, there was always the slip that lay on top of everything else in the drawer, still visible and taunting X'rhun with its sheerness.