Oh, it's most definitely bad form for a Shimada, but did anyone think he cared? He's about to toss more clothing across his floor. There goes that shirt, landing somewhere off to the side, like he cared.

As she looked him over he looked her over as well, hands tucked in the front of that dress, pulling it and her with it, careful not to stretch it too much, but still tugging.

"Oh, you can leave it on. I like it. It will come off when it is ready to." He said with a smirk, his leg hitting the wood platform around his bed and stopping. he reached forward with every intent of grabbing her and tossing her to the bed.

Because he was going to continue where he left off, if he had any say at all in this matter.