[Delightful as it is to have Fenris all but crawl over him, Lorenz still murmurs vaguely for him to be careful, please, mind the injury, even as he rests his hands against the backs of Fenris' thighs. Shirt wrinkling begins right about now, fingers idly slipping beneath the silk.

That said, the leather trousers--]

I'm doubly not sure those would fit. [He's tall? He's mostly leg by composition? Where would he put the stirrups.] And you're quite bold to request sparring in armor the same day of your mishap in the park.

[babe....]

Once your leather is cleaned I will try, but I cannot promise it will be as enticing as you imagine.