Jack chuckled at that, moving to look down at Scotty's hands, stilled in their progress of undressing him by the t-shirt, and smiled. "Yeah, well. Keeps things interesting. You should've been around in the nineteenth century," he said, whistling. "All those layers. All those stuffy little British manners." He stilled his hands on Scotty's skin. "I can help, if a t-shirt is too much for you," he said, laughing again.