Dorian gives Marius a decorous round of applause when he exits the dressing room. He looks fine -- he looks adorable, actually, and Dorian is quite proud of himself. And Marius, for reasons Dorian doesn't want to look into too closely. He knows it can only lead him down an uncomfortable road. Dorian isn't even certain that a relationship is in the stars for him. Far be it, a family, children, any of those things that he was brought up being promised.

He sighs and gives his chin a thoughtful stroke with his thumb.

"Is it comfortable? I don't actually want to frustrate you, making you try on everything in the store. You'll need shoes, though. And socks. And smallclothes or whatever it is they call them now. Underthings."