(For ease of reading dialogues I'll stop complicating them)
"Hmm. Very well," Vixeon rumbled, "but I don't have any clothes on me."
Jack chuckled softly, tapping his chest as he met the creature's gaze. "Oh, but you do."
Vixeon's glowing eyes dropped to its armored torso, confusion evident in its movements. "This?"
"Yes, your armor plates—they count as clothes," Jack replied smoothly, his hands moving to unbutton his linen shirt. He removed it with deliberate slowness, folding it neatly and placing it on the ground beside him, all while keeping his gaze firmly on the beast.
Vixeon hesitated for a moment, then stood to its full, towering height. The creature began to strip away its armor, the thick plates falling to the cavern floor with a series of resounding splashes and metallic crashes.
