"They are fine don't..." But she was already gone. Like a fairy as she went out of the room to who knows where. He would have followed, but he feared tripping in these pants. Wouldn't that make a good impression on his new masters. So graceless, he can't even handle pants that were a little to big on him.<br/><br/>Slipping out of the pants, he folded them neatly and laid then on the bed. Truth was, he didn't think linen would be much more comfortable than the silk and satin he had been wearing all day. There was just something so off putting about the material. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it. The best he could figure was that he just wasn't used to it.<br/><br/>But that didn't solve his problem now. Maybe cotton would work?