Taking a moment and staring up at the ceiling as soon as the pants were off and replacement linen shorts were on, Elijah could feel Josephine looking at him. Like hell he was going to sleep tonight. "It m-makes no difference.." Scrunching his face up as the stutter made an appearance, he mentally slapped himself, "Which side would you like?" Turning to face her, he felt his warm cheeks heat back up. It wasn't that he was self conscious about being shirtless, it was that he was self conscious about being shirtless in front of a woman. There's a first time for everything, and he could think of someone much worse for this situation. Her expression was odd, freezing him on the spot. "S-Something wrong?"