Malachi just looks at the dark haired girl with a lopsided grin on his face and those striking emerald eyes of his. Of course, that smile does fall with her statement, confusion glazing over those green eyes. But those same green eyes instantly grow softer and apologetic when he reads her expression of confusion, and that the confusion was genuine coming from her. He pauses for a moment, blinking those green eyes before the words come to him. The comment about clothes certainly surprised him, but he hoped he hadn't offended her. Malachi and the subject of nudity, especially discussing such a thing with a woman, was a touchy subject for Malachi who had never even kissed a girl. He had been very young when he had taken his vow of virginity until marriage. His mother and father had said he was too young to make a decision, but Malachi had been steadfast in his decision. The chestnut haired young man wanted to wait till he made a commitment to one woman, just like his mother and father had. The green eyed boy was not like a typical college student, he dreamed of a wife and children one day, a big happy family. He dreamed of all these things rather than partying and sleeping around, those sorts of thoughts had not even managed to make it passed threshold into Malachi's mind.

"Uhh no, it was a fine question," the emerald eyed boy said, brushing a hand through russet hair quite awkwardly, looking to meet her earthen eyes, looking at her from underneath russet tinted lashes. He offers a smile, unsure of what he ought to do in this situation. "I just, uh, yeah, I wear clothes," Malachi says, with a gentle blink of his emerald gaze. If only Malia knew that she was exactly right about Malachi's modesty.

Emerald eyes notice the scowl that falls on her face as he makes mention of clothes, the clothes that he does in fact ware most of the time. Was she disappointed? The russet haired young man grows confused and puzzled once more. And, of course, Malachi being Malachi, he wants to make her feel better, but he isn't really sure how to do that in this instance, so he offers up the first thing he can think of. "I mean, I don't wear clothes in the shower," he says, and even as he speaks it, his face grows almost as red as the copper hair atop his head. He offers her a weak smile. He notices her itching at her own clothing. Who was this girl? Though, Malachi reminds himself that he ought not to make judgments. Perhaps she was raised in a different religionâ€"where they didn't wear clothes. The copper headed teenager shudders at the thought. "Are you okay?" He asks her hesitantly. But when she smiles in response to his own grin, Malachi feels his body nearly visibly relax. If she can smile at him, then this means that he most likely did not offend her. The russet haired student didn't know if he could handle upsetting someone. It just was not in his nature. When she agrees that she can tell him how the jacket looks, that grin grows even wider, it seemed they were on good terms now. "Great, thanks," The chestnut haired boy says happily before standing back so she can get a view of how it looks on him.

He watches that hand on her chin as she studies him and briefly the chestnut haired boy wonders if she thinks he looks absolutely ridiculous, but he keeps that soft, wonderful smile on his face as he looks to her earthen gaze. When she offers him her stamp of approval, the smile grows wider and he laughs a little. "THanks, I think I will get it then," he says excitedly before listening to her next words. "I would say it is your turn," Malachi responds happily. "Come on, show me your ideas."