Shellder's occasional electric currents were not phasing Vexen only because of his leather gloves. He needed more appropriate clothing...

He nodded. "I suppose he isn't as worthless as he seemed out in the forest." He kept Shellder close to him.

"And yours has quite the fighting spirit, she'll get you far I'm sure."

He hesitated for a moment.
"Would it be too much to ask you to modify swimming shorts for me?" He was really going to overheat soon.