He opened an eye, eyebrow quirked. "Do tear-away pants exist? I mean, I guess I could make some, strips of velcro n' all."

He paused. "Eh, or just take off my pants before I work. From what I hear, I'll be too 'overwhelmingly gleaming, magnificent n' glorious with gentleman panache' to really worry about... m-modestooh..."

Pardon him as he melts from the touch.