Gellert's gaze followed Adrian's hands down below his waist, the slightest flicker of lust visible in his eyes by the time they had returned to Adrian's face. "Of course," he said, making a note of it at the bottom of his clipboard. Not that he thought he would actually get around to making said trousers. At least, he hoped not. Adrian could always schedule a second visit.
Tossing the clipboard back onto the table, Gellert unlooped the measuring tape from around his neck and stepped closer to Adrian. "And I have to ask...do you dress to the left or to the right?" He gestured for Adrian to lift his arms and guided the tape around the circumference of Adrian's chest. His movements were slow, as if careful -- Gellert's fingers trailing against Adrian's form with a bit more pressure than was strictly necessary. He could feel the heat of Adrian's body through his shirt.