He chuckled, it was a low sound of dire amusement and absolute understanding. He knew, he could read her body language better than anyone and the subtle hints all stood out to him clear as day. His eyes remained pinned to the back of her head, traveling low over her frame in silent assessment. He willed her to feel his gaze upon her even as he took the tunic from her hands and pulled it on, neatly putting it in place and smoothing his hands over the material.
It was beautiful and fit him perfectly.
"You may look now, my lady," he informed her, his hands dropping loosely to his sides so she could see it in its natural state. "Come, turn your eyes to me," he said.