Keltham kneels over where he threw Carissa to the bed, one knee between her thighs, not bothering to avoid touching anything.  "How the ass do I take off your shirt?" he says, after a brief moment of failing to see any affordances for doing that.

Keltham kneels over where he threw Carissa to the bed, one knee between her thighs, not bothering to avoid touching anything.  "How do I take off your shirt?" he says, after a brief moment of failing to see any affordances for doing that.