[Oh, that's a lovely question to contemplate, and one Fenris thinks on as he gets comfortable. He ends up straddling Lorenz's hips, settling atop him with a little sigh, pleased to arch his back and feel the way Lorenz's fingers brush gently against his thighs.]

A good question.

[he kisses his cheek, his jawline, over his pulse . . . hm.]

My leather trousers, to begin with. You would fill them out particularly well. And I would see you in my armor, but also yours: you are magnificent when we spar, and I would enjoy seeing that taken further.