He has a quick, silent funeral for his shirt in his head.

Anddddd we're back to making out. He seems to be losing this battle of whose shirt should be off first, so he abandons her tunic to help her push off his shirt. He's bare underneath. But then he wants her tunic off, and he tugs it over her head, her red hair falling to her shoulders and her bare torso revealed to him. "God, you're beautiful," he sighs before he takes her in his arms and kisses her.