Ben held onto the lacy fabric and tried not to look like a fathier in spotlights. Of course, that was the hardest thing to do in his life because he'd never had a woman throw their lingerie at him. Truthfully, it was a pretty piece of clothing, he wouldn't say it wasn't.
"Constricting but it stays on, I guess. No one wants their junk flapping in the wind though, so I can understand why they'd put it on. If they're into that." He looked up the second she came out and Ben almost dropped the piece but his jaw certainly fell.
"...Honestly, if these are the types of things you're going to be wearing when this thing isn't on, I'm okay with that. Wow." Honestly, he couldn't begin to think about the mission. Ben had thrown on half an old suit he found in his father's things and was surprised they fit at all. White button up, black slacks, shoes to match, and he'd managed to tame his hair for once.
But he was nothing in comparison to her. "You're a goddess."