Psyche watched him closely. She didn't know whether he would run or cooperate. She honestly didn't know what his problem was with clothes, but she would make sure he was wearing something in the next few seconds. Even if it ended up being one of her own dresses, which he would rip. But if it meant getting him clothed it was worth it.

She smiled, pleased, "Good." It felt like taking care of a large child. She moved to one side and held the pants so that she could help lift his leg on that side. "Just slide your leg into this hole, and then the other leg into the other hole."