Talk to him.

"H-hello?" you stammer out, slightly scared of how the larger man will react to your potentially unwanted presence. The green man is clearly startled by your greeting, and turns around quickly, dropping his carving.

"W-what! Why are you here, human?" He states authoritatively, his eyes piercing yours, and slowly roaming your body to access you. "I was just about to wash after my hunt, human boy. And you interrupted my pre-wash ritual."

"Pre-wash" is right, he stinks. But the type of stink a pervert like you enjoys. Taking the chance to look at him, you notice how... hirsute, he is. You really doubt he's ever shaved, owing to the deep bushes of pubic hair peeking out of his only article of clothing, a flimsy looking piece of loincloth, just as sweaty as he is. This isn't to mention the jungle that populates the underarms of the man. All of this hair is attached to a muscular, green skinned body. If you were to guess, he'd be some sort of orc.

"Are you just going to stare at me, human boy? I see no weapon, nor no holy book. Why is a human like you travelling so deep into Orcen woods?" The gaze he previously had has now shifted into one of questioning, and his tone has turned from started and a hint of threatened anger, to curiosity. You start to blush a little, knowing you're totally acting like a blushing virgin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was just looking about another person out here in the woods. Did I do something taboo in your culture? If I did so, I apologize." You say this while averting your eyes, not wanting to look the hairy man in the eyes. All the while, his scent is still infiltrating your nose, sending shocks down your spine.

"Hmmm. Are you lost?" He asks you, a quirked up eyebrow following that question. "And, breaking an Orcen ritual is forgivable if you make right with the person you disrespected." He says this with integrity, belying his respect for these "rituals". Although, such a puritanical race such as humans would probably try to sooth the disrespect with something like money.

"Ah, I, uh, don't have any money on me. Any way I could "make right" without cash? I've been wandering around this forest looking for help the entire day." You ask this, slightly scared. Your mind harkens back to thugs on the street trying this same routine on you when you were younger. He seems to perk up a little at your question.

"When you interrupt a ritual, the only way to make right is by helping complete the ritual. In this case you would help me clean my body." He says this with no embarrassment. "It's unusual to have a human even entertain the idea. But if you're willing, then come undress me." He then points to his crotch with his finger.

The question takes a few seconds to reach you, do you really want to go through with this?