He rolls his eyes at her, but lovingly. "You'll never hear me complain about the heat. Though, I do wish you didn't have to suffer so much for it." Dammit, how is he supposed to leave the bed when she's being this fucking adorable in it?

Easy answer, he isn't. But...

"I'd like to take advantage of it fully. One moment." He carefully unbuttons his shirt and extricates himself from it while keeping as much contact with her as he can. Now, for the first time, he's completely undressed from the waist up in front of her. He's not being careful of how much she can see, either. The raised scars on his back are white from age and healing, but the way they crisscross over his shoulder blades is unmistakable as anything but the marks of a lash.