[Lorenz sits up only halfway, leaning on his elbows again to watch Fenris go pick out a shirt. Honestly, thank the Goddess that wearing Lorenz's shirt comes hand in hand with not wearing any pants, that's definitely the ideal look. Lorenz hums his approval, nodding as his gaze drifts from bare shoulder to just-barely-exposed thighs down the rest of his legs, hmm, yes—]

Breathtaking as always, just as I suspected. Come here—

[He reaches for him as soon as he's close enough, mindful of the stitches but eager to pull Fenris back down and halfway on top of himself, fingers trailing down immediately to fiddle with the hem of the shirt. This lovely silk is going to be so very wrinkled, but it's worth it for this.]

I'm not sure anything of yours would fit me, [and it wouldn't not-fit in a fun and sexy way, either. Buuut.] What would you have me wear, if you could choose?