“Severus is afraid I’ll change his cloths to some garish colors, but has failed to consider my own self-interest in the matter. I don’t like tasteless pairings of color.” Regulus’ look, on the other hand, suggested he was willing to use this fear to his advantage, even if he wasn’t going to drape his partner in, say, gold and lime green plaid. He could think of something.
“Yes, I have been leaving Eames alone.” Regulus scratched at his chin thoughtfully. “Though, I did warn him that I’ve neglected him long enough. He probably could use some attention. Did you have anything in mind?”