Greg smirked a bit. "You have plenty of back. These suits are never made for proper human proportions. And you look plenty fuckable, but somehow I'm guessing you'll be getting out of the tux, before you get to that point." A beat, "We can keep looking, if you want. Don't want you rushing the decision," There was a hint of sarcasm, but he was serious. It was important, to people like Jack, that everything be perfect for their wedding.