Turn around he does, fingers still laced together. Keeps him still. Keeps him focused. "Someone's bound to have something- unless you're keeping me here mostly naked as some kinda sex slave which- kinky but no."

He very much so does not consent.

Still, something in what Delta said earlier, something in what Delta's murmuring now has him rolling his shoulders and canting his hips slightly- lazy, idle postures that have the side effect of making him look particuarly sexy- or so he'd been told.