If he what? Some of the color drained out of Ford's cheeks. Seeing a shirtless bloke in the woods was one thing, but the possibility of seeing the rest of him was, frankly, a little terrifying. "Of—of course I mind," he sputtered, at a complete loss as for how to handle this. What was he implying by asking if Ford minded? Maybe not anything, because maybe he was just the sort of person who wouldn't mind who saw them naked, but... did people like that exist? Ford had certainly never met one before, and he didn't particularly want to be talking to one of them now.

"I'm — I'm not leaving," Ford protested, voice a little panicky despite his attempts to swallow back the surge of anxiety he'd been seized with at the prospect of being alone in the woods with a naked man (the only worse thing would be not being alone in the woods with a naked man — who was he meeting out here, and what would they think if they stumbled upon the pair of them like this?!) "Wh—whatever you're planning to do, you can't do it here. This is— public indecency," he attempted, though it was not particularly public; that was sort of the whole point of putting the wardrobe here in the first place. And he would have liked to have left and let this young man do whatever sort of depraved things he was planning for the evening in peace, he really would have, but he couldn't leave a stranger alone with the wardrobe.