Adrian's eyebrow arched up slight at the rough sound of the laugh that came from the other man's throat. Oh, he knew that sound and colour him a bit surprised that it was coming from the young tailor. He wasn't too young was he? Not like Helena at any rate, innocence personified there and not Adrian's type. Unless he was drunk apparently.
He stood his ground as the blond approached, stepping right up into what could be considered a space bubble. Adrian rarely had though unless you had a snaggle tooth or offensive body odor, neither of which seemed to be the case at the moment. Thankfully.
"I hate red. Blues. Greens." Adrian replied idly as he reached his hands down to the waist at the current loose fitting shorts he was wearing. "Need to sit-" he tugged down just a bit, "low and leave a little room for air." The boys needed air thank you. Of course he kept his eyes on the other man's face. Did they follow and linger. Adrian loved a good flirt and he was aiming to find out if he would actually bother to hang around for a fitting. Because really, he sure as hell didn't need any trousers.