In the back of his mind, he thinks that yes, maybe it would be a good idea to get out of these fancy, uncomfortable clothes. But then Lennon's hand moves lower between his legs, and he makes a sound as his eyes flutter open. It's not a discouraging sound, or a sound of protest. Just...surprise, mostly, even if his body reacts of its own accord.

"I am not sure what you're asking me." He whispers back. Innocent? He doesn't think of himself that way. It's a word that he'd use more for newborn babes.