Chapitre 35: Chapter 35: Foolish, Part 3

"Stop fussing and put it on. I had to guess a bit on the measurements, but it should fit, and I erred on the side of too big."

"It's… too much."

Tress made a noise of amusement, exasperation, and fondness all at once. He strode over to the bed and pulled out the velvet and silk clothes inside: blue hose, a long, tunic-like jacket that was blue on the right side, gold on the left, and sleeves the opposite. It was all so soft, the material smooth and faintly shiny with newness. And all far too fine for him, but he didn't seem to have much choice as Tress began to impatiently undress him.

"All right, all right," Rath said and shoved him away. "Stop that, unless you want to take care of certain problems. You start undressing me, my body expects certain things to happen."

"Later," Tress said with that evil little grin that kept making Rath do things he should have enough sense not to do. Like spend every available hour with someone who was already taken. "Hurry up."