...what on Earth. 

Victim. Be professional. "Good morning, sir. I'm a DRT officer, and we're in a dungeon. Would you come with me while I escort you out?"

"Oh! I'm DRT too! But not here. Here I'm tourist, and victim I guess."

He gets to his feet, wobbling a bit. His pants slip down a little further.

"DRT buddies! —ah, you might want to pull your pants up." Although that's kind of huge— be professional.

He looks down and pulls them up... wards. They encounter two significant obstacles on the way to his hips: someone has placed a mostly erect penis in their way, and also a sizable ass.

"A bit further perhaps."

Tug.

Tug.

"I need to unlock them."

He tries to do this, with mixed success.

This is mesmerising, but being mesmerised would be unprofessional. Instead he will wait patiently and professionally and look away and hope the man won't need his help because if anyone shows up that's gonna be such a nightmare to explain.

...bad news?

What bad news?

He has fallen over. The pants are not opened.

Right then. He turns his power on to watch his back in case someone is about to walk in on them and goes to help him pull his pants back on as efficiently as he can.

"Danke schön."

Hup! He is back on his feet, now: with pants!

"I will have such stories of how I was the idiot of the stupid dungeon. And all of my friends will say, Ari, that sounds so like you, are you sure there was a dungeon."

"Finding yourself half naked—the wrong half, even—in a totally inappropriate location is very like you?" Should James be making this kind of conversation? It might be a bad idea. On the other hand, if this "Ari" is also DRT as he said he was, it's probably fine? And regardless he has in fact acted with utmost propriety despite the way he's fully hard right now.

Anyway, he starts leading the way out.

"Oh, very. I was once playing... truth or dare? With friends in Hauptschule. Was arrested for streaking, with a carrot in my arse. They say I cannot be ashamed."

"I know several EMTs who would be looking at you very sternly about this carrot."

"Still had all the greens! I was very safe!"

"If you say so. I wouldn't be able to tell."

"Also I was sixteen. We are all stupid when we are sixteen."

"We are!"

"I like you," Ari decides. "You are nice and we are the same job and you are very pretty. If we met in a bar..."

Ari somehow manages to shut up before the end of that sentence. "But it is a dungeon instead. My bad luck."

"...well, if you for a completely random reason wanted to find the contact information of one James Lim once you were out of the dungeon and in your right mind, I wouldn't have any reason to advise you against that. Sir."

"Oh... you like me!"

"The Lim is Lima-India-Mike, by the way. And here's the portal out, let's get you back to the land of the waking."

"Thank you!"

Ari steps through the portal, leaving James to his work.

Hopefully he won't find anyone else in such a compromising position? He's not sure his heart or pants can handle the shock.