[He might have complained more if it were anyone else, honestly. He doesn't have a positive history with being controlled. He's only letting the SQUIP do it because... well, he loves it. It wouldn't hurt him, or make him do something he doesn't want to do. He's sure of that.]

It is.

[He opens his jeans and lets them drop, stepping out of them and kicking them gently out of his way. Then he stands in his underwear, head tilting to the side slightly.]

I like it when you look at me like that.

[He likes to know he's wanted.]