Caleb is feeling rather thrilled. Yussa confirms that he is allowed to pick anything he likes, and he feels his face heating just a touch--not out of embarrassment, but excitement. It almost feels like too much power. He nods to show his understanding, and rubs his thumb back over the set of stays in his hands. After tucking them carefully back into place, he continues to give each option more serious consideration now that he knows for certain he has Yussa's full blessing.

He's drawn naturally to the matching sets--a pair of bloomers and a soft camisole, both pale and delicate and edged in lace, a pale green sheer top and smalls in a beautiful high cut embroidered with green leaves, stays with pretty ribbons, a strapless corsetted breastband the color of Yussa's skin with subtle embroidery and matching smalls that would leave most of his torso tantalizingly bare.

Picking what Yussa will wear beneath his clothing is proving even more difficult than selecting the outfit itself.

"If I see you in any of this, Master Errenis, I worry about leaving the house in a timely manner," he says, flirting, but also entirely serious. Yussa has brought some truly beautiful things with him, and Caleb is flattered beyond words to get to tell him which to put on.