[If he could blush he'd be doing it right now: Eponine's probably close enough to feel the heat coming off of his mask.] I don't wear tights. Really.

[Part of him would like to launch into an impassioned defense of the people he knows who do, but that doesn't exactly seem wise.

Instead, he quickly steps back from the bed.] A-anyway, even so... [Warsman coughs awkwardly and finally lets himself look away.] It wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to stay. I'll be just outside of the room. Please, call me when you're ready, alright? [aaand he scuttles to the door]