[Molly doesn't mind people staring at him, he's way too used to it by now. And there are worse things that can happen than staring. He finds it quite flattering, actually. But tries not to let it be too obvious.

He peeks through one eyelid at the guy turning around and gives his best not to chuckle. The man doesn't look like a shy type, but looks can be deceiving.]

I meant figurative panties, but if you have other ones, those too. [It's just too fun to fluster people sometimes. This was an attempt at both reassurance and fluster.]

Mmm, I got lost. Kept walking in circles for what felt like hours. [Now that he thinks about it, maybe he was following his hunter's sense too much, trying to catch onto anything fey-like.] I thought the humidity will be my miserable end.