Jefferson is already smiling -- a small and sweet smile, eyes cast away from Burr. He nods, at Mulligan. "Then it's perfect." His hand brushes down Burr's spine, in something like reassurance. He would be blind not to notice Burr's discomfort, and the way he willingly silences himself and his opinions. He doesn't know how to explain that he wants a companion -- ah, but if he wanted a true companion, perhaps he shouldn't have paid for him.

Mulligan is obviously assuming this is some sort of sugar daddy relationship. Embarrassing, but keeps Burr's secret.

"A vest, too, and tie," Jefferson says. "Bow tie and straight necktie, so you have the matching set, in the future. A black pocket square, I think?"

They go through the process of selecting the blazer's details, as well, including the width of the lapels, and the lining.

As they leave, Thomas touches Burr's arm. "If you would like," he says, "I'm happy to drive you home. Especially if..." The flush graces his cheeks again. "If you were in earnest, before."