Phillip is certainly curious about those lines- he won't ask until he has time to listen, however. For the moment, he keeps his clothes on- they are certainly nothing fancy, he's never really had anything that was. His last owner mostly preferred him in things that could be ripped off without much care. He assumes they'll come off eventually, but it's better to not assume what the man wants until he gets a better read on him.

Assuming he can ever get a read on this man.

He moves over to settle over top of Azwel, rubbing some oil that was on the beside table over his hands before starting on Azwel's shoulders. There's a firm pressure there as he begins to work into him, and even someone who was never officially trained can probably tell just how much Azwel overworks just from that.