The question stops her movements. There's something about it, simple as it is, that drives home just how much things have accelerated in the last few minutes. Even as she tries to convince her brain that she's seen him shirtless plenty of times before, embarrassment threatens to overwhelm and cripple her.

She swallows, leaning back to study Armin's face. He seems just as embarrassed as she does, at least.

"I... think I would like that." Her hand slips down to the hem of her own shirt, toying with the hem of it shyly. "We both could. Together."