“Morning, Darius, are you planning to get dressed for the meeting or just stand about shirtless the whole time?” he asked. “Pish posh, Maxy, don’t encourage the man to don clothing - let us have something to gaze upon with unfettered appreciation, won’t you?” Geraldine scolded. “He looks cold,” Max insisted, stalking over to Darius’s closet and tossing him a hoody.
I agree with gerry
