[He's not ready for how quickly she moves, and before he can react, she's already stripped him of his shirt and then unbuttons and unzips his pants. Since he's sitting down, she can't get them off of him entirely, so that gives him a chance to process what's just happened.
She can also now see the twisting black splotch on his left neck and shoulder, but she doesn't seem to be recoiling from it. Peter puts a hand over the mark self-consciously, momentarily putting aside the fact that's she's asking for help.]
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She can also now see the twisting black splotch on his left neck and shoulder, but she doesn't seem to be recoiling from it. Peter puts a hand over the mark self-consciously, momentarily putting aside the fact that's she's asking for help.]
Yeah, sure, just a second.