[He gasps again, finding that shift surprising, but not unwelcome. The shirt is toast, but that was fine. He has others, it can be easily replaced. What can't be replaced is this opportunity to see a side of Tatsumi he's never seen before.]

[The sting of claws down his arms is enough to get a soft whine out of him, but little else. With his hands free now he reaches forward, pulling on Tatsumi's shirt.]

...Even like this, you are still so adoring and sweet. I thought as much.

[He does not pull with the same force as Tatsumi, but he is urgently trying to free him of his clothing.]

You must be burning alive... will you let me fix that for you...?