"It's my favorite color," Burr says, and he rubs the fabric between his fingers. Soft, velvety, but not. Definitely not something he could afford on his own. His robe and stocking were nice, and better than a lot of what he owned, but they too probably looked cheap to Jefferson.

Burr isn't paying. He's never even set foot in a store like this. He likes fine things, yes, but. Well. This is on another level. He used to wear nice suits, before Theodosia had gotten sick, but they'd never been bespoke. Tailored at best.

"Pick what you like, of course," Burr says, with another stab of embarrassment. He isn't here to share his opinions. It's probably annoying, that they have to do this at all. How many escorts didn't have outfits ready, for something like this?

Jefferson could have given money to the agency, had them handle getting Burr something to wear. But he hadn't. Another opportunity to see each other. Burr's paid him back, partially, at least.

He normally has no compunctions regarding taking what he can get from clients, but, well. This feels different.