All he wants to do is get both of their clothes off, so he's happy to follow Ned when he tugs him towards the bedroom, and he's pleasantly surprised when he manages to walk down the hallway without falling over or making a fool of himself. As soon as they're in the bedroom, though, he's letting himself be divested of his clothes as quickly as possible, finding no shame in being shirtless around Ned -- in fact, he doesn't particularly feel ashamed about being fully naked around Ned, either; at least, he hadn't the last time they'd been together. Maybe it'll be different this time, but he fervently hopes not.

Once he gets Ned out of his shirt, he takes a break from kissing to respond to Ned's reassurances, nodding a little, the flush on his cheeks obvious, especially since it isn't at all dark in the room. He lets himself be bent backwards a little, still liking the feeling of being held by Ned in this way, of feeling both excited and strangely secure. "Okay, I just... okay. I want to make you happy. I trust you."

Saying that doesn't strike him as particularly impressive -- he's never been given any reason to distrust Ned -- but then, he doesn't know what this kind of intimacy should be like, really, and he's unfamiliar with how strange people can be about trust when it comes to this kind of thing. Regardless of what he should be saying, he's in the process of nudging Ned towards the bed, thinking that that's probably a good first step towards doing this whole thing right.