When Jamie enters, the Chevalier is lying on his bed, his typical attire replaced with a blue silk robe. He doesn't say anything as he stands up, brushing past Jamie to make sure the door is locked. With that done, finally the Chevalier finally turns to look at the gown-wearing boy in front of him.

For the first time in a while, he feels nervous. It hasn't been long since he last did this, but already it feels like an age. He is out of practice. He steps forward and runs his across Jamie's neckline, fingers dipping under the hem.

"I do not deal with dresses often..."