"I'm certain he wouldn't even notice if I turned up in a burlap sack," Kyle said, with an affectionate and amused roll of his eyes. "But, that's hardly the point. I want to impress - plus, I'll feel far more confident, if I know I look my best." He pulled a midnight blue shirt from the rack and considered it. He had always liked this one, it brought out his eyes. Throwing it on the bed as a possibility, he turned back to Christer. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't much look the outdoors type." Not that Kyle met that many outdoorsy people. Mostly his idea of them was in his head, or from tv, and usually involved heavy tans, facial hair, and muscles.