"Oh, I stripped you for all to see," Annie teased, keeping her face straight for about a half second before grinning at him. "No, seriously, it was me, with the door shut. Kinda had to in order to get at your stomach. And we're going to need to get you a new shirt, 'cause I cut the other one off of you."

Honestly, he probably would have loved all of that, had he not been passed out for it.

"Nice tighty whities, by the way." Honestly, he kind of did make them look good. As good as someone could make them look, anyway. Plenty of time to work out when in an asylum, apparently.