which, frankly —
( he takes neuvillette's hand that reached for his throat and brings it to his mouth to press a kiss right atop the dip between the thumb and the palm. )
i would gladly do so.
( slowly glancing up to meet his eyes. )
( careful eyes watch neuvillette's hands take measure of him. he's sure the chief of justice has figured out his scheming, but the duke is not quite finished yet. )
with how comfortable i'm around you, might as well just ask to wear your hands on me all the time...
… that is certainly not necessary. ( but more than welcomed. ) you should wear whatever you find most comfortable, wriothesley.
( he inched forward, hands wrapping around his bicep to complete a full circle with his thumb and forefinger. for a moment, he was serious whilst —
then i shall wear my compression shirts around you more often.
( he chuckles, taking off the sweater and handing it over to neuvillette. )
hey, if you want to feel around my arms to make sure you give your daughters the right sizing information, you're more than welcome
( the chief justice cleared his throat, dropping his hands right back to his sides. )
well, i… i suppose i am. you look awfully dashing in clothes that are… ah, taut. so to speak.
( he realizes he shouldn’t have answered wriothesley’s question, seeing that it was —
fair enough, then we're going with a classic fontaine breakfast.
( he fixes their cups of tea and places them on the table in front of the couch. )
you're free to hang around however long you want.
go on, make yourself comfortable on the couch over there.
( he starts the kettle as he speaks then looks through his teabags. )
do you like sweeter teas, maybe more citrusy ones? or just plain black? or would you like for me to surprise you?
( he stretches and flexes a little bit to get the lining in the right place. )
i think the only part that really needs adjustments is the neckline and the pits, since they're kind of... awkwardly digging in my skin. but... you seem to really enjoy the view, huh?
( well, the view is wonderful. he walked over to test the material, carefully stretching out bits and pieces. )
hmm… yes, i see. i do doubt that this was their intention, but it certainly fits ( well. it fits so well. ). how should i proceed?
( he looks over the sweater, feels the material for a bit. then puts it on, and it is tight on his body. )
...huh, maybe a size or two bigger, otherwise it's no different than my compression shirts. unless that's what they were going for?
( his gaze lingers on the warden for a moment, but a strong sense of decency brings his focus onto the gift instead. )
hmm… yes. i do believe they told me you can only wash it in cold water.