Widened eyes, as Burr exposes himself. -- And a glance towards the door, which is noticeably unlocked. The stockings show off his legs to incredible effect, the subtle lines of muscle, the slim and smooth thighs. Thomas is most certainly flushing, and he can't tear his eyes away.

He, again, is in the well-fitted jeans and button-up, with the sleeves rolled up and the blazer already discarded. He isn't sure if he should stay here and watch or move to his feet and press Burr back against the table, and he wants both at once.

Appalled at his own daring, he chooses the second option, closing the distance between them and kissing Burr immediately, right away, dipping his tongue into Burr's mouth, and nudging him back towards the hearty and solid-looking table, sliding a hand up Burr's smooth thigh as he sits back on the table's edge.

"I really would have been content just with a fitting," he says, "truly -- you look delectable."