"In that case, all thr more reason to be sure of my outfit."

He does want to let Caleb guide him around Rexxentrum, but there is no harm in a leisurely morning. Warmth pools low as Caleb brushed aside his robe to kiss his knee, reminding Yussa how little he is currently wearing.

Affecting a prim look, Yussa slides off the bed and deftly unties the belt of his robe. A shrug sends the silk sliding down his arms and a practiced flick of his wrist has it landing on the bed. For all his complaining about the cold, he does not seem at all bothered to be bare now, though the slip of silk and sudden exposure to the air causes goosebumps. Even as they fade, dark nipples stay firm.

Yussa considers some of the things Caleb's attention lingered on and he chooses the northern-style camisole and bloomers first. The white fabric is lovely against his skin. The elf tugs here and there to make sure everything sits as it should before giving Caleb a coy and curious look.

"What do you think? Or should I wait for you to give opinions after seeing them all?"