[Dorian's eyes track the line of Jamie's form, sliding down his spine appreciatively as he sips the last of his drink and sets his glass aside.]

Your sartorial sense never fails to impress, and you know I love a good frame around something beautiful.

[Jamie understands his own beauty well enough to use it, and Dorian appreciates that as well. It's certainly relatable. He moves to the bar and slips his fingers under those straps, tugging Jamie back.]

How do you want it, darling?