[He's pretty stiff by now, so she might be having a time, though he isn't actually wearing anything on his torso with a zillion belts. His pants are another matter entirely.

That said, while she's trying to get him out of his top, she'll hear -- well, tinking. I'm imagining Lacus knows just how many keys her platonic gardening husband keeps under his cloak, but I'm just saying, the keys are there while she's struggling. More importantly, she'll feel other unseen items weighing down his pockets while she's moving them around.

They're pretty heavy, too.]