House almost stilled Fin's hand, or warned him, or something, but he didn't quite get there. Once his pants were around his ankles, they revealed both dark gray boxer briefs restraining an erection, and the ruin that was his right thigh, a cavern of scar tissue where muscle had once been.

It distracted him from the question; he barely heard it, instead glancing away in an attempt to not see Fin's reaction.