He feels he is equal to the task. Maybe. Might require a strong drink and a fag break to make it out the other side though.

'If this weren't the first time, I'd suggest we jus' leave it on. Seein' as it doesn' seem t'come with an instruction manual.'

His hand squeezes lightly, while the other roams up her back, looking for...well, not a zip, clearly. Buttons, or fastenings, or laces of some sort. He didn't pay attention to the back of it while they were out, and now he's thinking he reallly should have.