He stood and listened, his hand dropping to his side when she was lead away. He turned his head, watching her with his eyes. When she stripped down, which was no doubt a lovely site, he found himself be envious of the tailor. Not in a bad way, just the 'I wish I was the one measuring her', way.<br/><br/>"Get whatever you want made. Like I said, no one will be able to touch you in beauty."<br/><br/>He tossed her a wink.