K: The jeans look relatively baggy, so I'm guessing he's wearing large boxers.
D: Yeah. He's letting it all swing loose.
K: And they have an understated pattern. Like small dogs. Or bicycles.
D: Willow probably read something about tight underpants reducing a man's sperm count so she's making him wear baggy clothes.
K: Eeeeeeagh...Willow and sperm count in the same sentence!
D: Or elephants -- appropriate due to the size of his trunk.
K: Yes. Elephants.

K: With the stunning whiteness of his stomach, I actually think he's wearing long johns...
D: You know, it's actually possible.
K: Like, that isn't his stomach -- that's just the pants. He's wearing the really long thermal pants -- right up to his armpits.
D: The shoot looks like it's somewhere tropical, but it's actually a mall in Wisconsin so he has to wear long-johns to stop himself from freezing.
K: Exactly! It's freezing and he's lifting his shirt to go "Excuse me, I'm fucking cold here!"

Boxers

Long Johns

K: Boxer briefs. Tight and snug and longish -- matching the robe.
D: Absolutely. Probably fresh from the packet, which explains the big smile.
K: Naw, even better -- fresh from the dryer. They're all warm and soft.
D: Oooo, yes.
K: Warm soft pants and cereal, yes.

K: Silk boxers?
D: Or Y-Fronts. This is Worker Ant Oz.
K: You think? I was thinking Mobster Boy Oz. At which point it'd be black pinstripe silk boxers.
D: Well, I thought the sensible white y-fronts that his aunt gave him for Christmas...keeps everything comfortable but controlled.
K: See, though, he has that look where he's so obviously ready for sex -- and he could be wearing his fuck-me-pants. Very soft, very sex, and everyone goes crazy for 'em.
D: They were actually Angel's originally, but he kept them as a memento. And Angel is such a connoisseur of pants.
K: Obviously!

Boxer Briefs

Boxers

K: He's naked, but he's not! He's wearing a spangly glittery g-string just for Giles! Giles slid it on him without telling him while he slept!
D: That's what I was going to say!
K: Yeah, Giles went "Hmm. I best conceal that before world peace breaks out."
D: Yup, there's a thong snugly separating each smooth buttcheek, and his enormous packet is squished into a sequined pouch.
K: He's such a gay slut. Bless 'im.
D: Aww. Brings a tear of joy to your eye.

K: I think he has a secret.
D: I think he's going commando there.
K: Commando? Could be. He has that slight menace to him.
D: He's basically hauled on whatever was on the floor of his bedroom and there were no clean pants at hand. So he just went without. It's a slightly forced smile because his jeans are chafing sensitive parts.
K: And it's why his hands are at his crotch, 'cause, dude, adjusting himself. So he's obviously commando.
D: Indeed.

G-String

Commando