"W—what?!" Riley nearly choked, his voice jumping an octave as he clutched at his top protectively.
Kael's gaze was completely serious. "I said, strip."
Riley stared at him like he had just lost his mind. "Sir, this is not the time for—whatever you're thinking this is!"
Kael's brows twitched, his voice low and clipped. "It's for the examination, you pervert. You need to see something so you can adjust your mindset."
Riley's face burned crimson. "O-oh."
Of course it was.
But wait a minute—why was he the pervert?!
"Just take off your shirt and look in the mirror," Kael barked, his tone brisk but his expression unreadable.
Riley hesitated, but eventually tugged his shirt off, moving stiffly as though the fabric weighed a ton. The air hit his skin, cool and uncomfortable, as he turned to face the mirror.
Only—
Kael was right behind him.
