That'll be good enough.

[Her request is done without hesitation, Matatagi lifting up his shirt as far as it'll go until it reaches his armpits, using his weight to press it into the back of the couch and keep it there while she can start to go to work.]

Guess I'll be out of commission for awhile with this...

[A pause.]

What about you? Not hiding anything, right? Precure armor's pretty good, usually, but--

[He wants to make sure.]