vax'ildan doesn't realize what the two of them are doing for a moment. he's invested in the strappy black piece, taking note of it's construction and leatherworking, but he quickly is brought back to the reality of it all by how aphrodite and molly are touching him.

molly's on his knees and vax has to close his eyes, take a deep breath to keep his blood from running directly south. the sight is beautiful, and exacerbating it is the way the love goddess gently takes his cloak from his shoulders. the vestige has become a sort of comfort; while it doesn't match anything he has now on the island, it's a reminder of home and his accomplishments. it's his security blanket, and aphrodite is quickly working the fastening open. vax'ildan shrugs it from his shoulders and folds it hurriedly, setting it aside so it's no longer in the way of... whatever this is.

"okay," he says without thinking, one hand nestling in molly's hair (oh god oh fuck oh shit) and one reaching behind himself to hold aphrodite where she is. "okay. wh- what does fjord... what does he like?" his eyes trail back to the black piece, the nerves twisting his stomach in knots turning into excitement with each passing moment.