A fruitless endeavor, then. It was that tiny scrap of cloth now that could barely be considered clothing, or nothing at all. He was aware, painfully aware, that putting them on would be just as lewd as going without, and even more so cognizant of that change in Tseng's tone. Unarmed, without magic and bare, the threat the tone held was intimidating. And it was all Tseng needed to push the shamed mage into making a choice and giving up on his attempts to forestall the inevitable humiliation.

He was going to be humiliated anyway, had been anyway. He answered then, the words almost tasting bitter to him. "... I would then wear nothing at all." It wasn't the bold, defiant tone he'd have wished he could dredge up. Especially not with the word that came after, soft and pleading, "Please."

All the while unable to look up, knowing full well he'd see the other man's stare locked upon him. Even as he forced the words out, he felt the hot blush creep across his face and up into his ears, at the shame of begging to be allowed to walk about naked and on full display for anyone who cared to look.