[Hiroto can't help but to laugh at that.]

What's this? Are you expressing that you'd rather I be tearing costumes off of you, instead of these clothes?

... Where is this place, then?

[He will do it if it means more time spent tearing Persephone open like a present. He's happy to have him opened up now, his large, calloused hands running over those exposed thighs, pulling them apart to get between them.]