Well... she's got it right there, right there in her hand, and what's he supposed to do? Be the epitome of restraint? He's not a monk, he's a curse-breaker. A man of action.

Reaching forward, he moves her hand out of the way before pulling off her shirt.

"If there are going to be scars and stretch marks, then I'd like to fix a good image in my mind of what they're like right now. So we can have a before-and-after sort of thing. I'll just go borrow a camera."

He's never been good at keeping a poker face; he's absolutely miserable at it now. Besides, the smile on his face betrays any seriousness.