The shirt is in the way.

"Why are you doing this?" Gregg asked, sounding angry, annoyed and confused.

Gregg was using his free hands to keep his shirt up as much as possible, but it kept falling in his face.

Zox smirked, grabbed his shirt and pulled down, getting it off of his body entirely.

"What was that for?" He asked, blushing lightly.

"It was annoying watching you move it so much." Zox explained casually. "Hmm, speaking of, what's this bit of rope for?" She asked approaching and tugging at the rope on the top of his pants.

"It keeps my pants from falling. Will you stop this? You can take anything from the store. Please. Just stop." He pleaded.

Zox laughed, untying the little rope and pulling it off entirely. She reached into his pants and under his undergarments, smirking as she grabbed her prize and flopped it outside of his pants. "Oh hello."