And he doesn't have to fake or pretend his absolutely normal reaction to seeing her in that. César barely processes what she said, then forgets it entirely. He's been very polite up until now, never letting his eyes linger too long on places as of yet off limits to him.
That's a skill he currently no longer possesses.
Vaguely, he knows he helped her pick out that blouse. His wide eyes travel down it and over the corset, and down to the pants. César had known the pants were new from under her coat, but oh he didn't know what they looked like. There's a desperate attempt to look back up at her face, but he fails and down his gaze travels again, lingering.
It's an invitation to look, he belatedly realizes, and he looks. César takes in not just her body but her outfit. The choices she made in the colors and design of the corset, the way the pants are tucked so perfectly just under it. The way the blouse spills and billows just right, perfectly adjusted to accentuate her body. His eyes finally dart to her shoes, matching them up with the outfit as a whole.
When his eyes finally meet hers again, there's no mistaking that his pupils have subtly dilated, and he reaches out a slightly shaking hand with a wide smile. "Oh! Oh, let me give you a spin. I need to see all of you."
If she does, he'll indeed gently take her hand in a loose grip and give her a surprisingly skilled little spin.
Two replies in and she's ALREADY MURDERED HIM
And he doesn't have to fake or pretend his absolutely normal reaction to seeing her in that. César barely processes what she said, then forgets it entirely. He's been very polite up until now, never letting his eyes linger too long on places as of yet off limits to him.
That's a skill he currently no longer possesses.
Vaguely, he knows he helped her pick out that blouse. His wide eyes travel down it and over the corset, and down to the pants. César had known the pants were new from under her coat, but oh he didn't know what they looked like. There's a desperate attempt to look back up at her face, but he fails and down his gaze travels again, lingering.
It's an invitation to look, he belatedly realizes, and he looks. César takes in not just her body but her outfit. The choices she made in the colors and design of the corset, the way the pants are tucked so perfectly just under it. The way the blouse spills and billows just right, perfectly adjusted to accentuate her body. His eyes finally dart to her shoes, matching them up with the outfit as a whole.
When his eyes finally meet hers again, there's no mistaking that his pupils have subtly dilated, and he reaches out a slightly shaking hand with a wide smile. "Oh! Oh, let me give you a spin. I need to see all of you."
If she does, he'll indeed gently take her hand in a loose grip and give her a surprisingly skilled little spin.