That Friday things seemed to reach a climax when Arya had strolled into his work space on her round of grabbing lunch for everybody and he had had a paw on his diapered front, squeezing it slightly as he was attempting to feel himself through his cage while nobody, in his mind, was looking.
He had gasped in surprise and quickly drew his paw away, but he feared the damage was done. Although he believed that she didn’t see him groping himself, her eyes did seem to wander to and linger the faint outline of the diaper underneath his work clothes.