Autor leans over the comic, blinking. "Huh," he says. And that's all he has to say for a while. He flips through the pages slowly, taking in the lines and colors.

"Impressive art and weapons training aside, isn't this lazy story-telling?" he murmurs. "You don't have to imagine the protagonist or the setting or anything. It's all there for you."

Then he coughs, and turns his head to hide his flushing as he whispers, "And I can't help but notice, because it is sort of shoved in my face, but a lot of them aren't wearing anything."