"Hmm," The tailor looked around briefly and ran his hand through his hair. "I could take those in for you, but it's a damn shame you wearing them. A pretty girl like you should have clothing that compliments her."<br/><br/>Even so he went over to a drawer and started pulling out a thread and needle. "If you have the money there's a skirt and blouse that I made a few days ago that would suit you well."<br/><br/>Florent crouched down and tugged at Arran's breeches a few times, pulling then up much further than he'd ever worn them, and started stitching. The man wasn't doing anything bad, but his hands were still moving all over Arran's lower bits as he tugged the cloth in different directions.