"Okay." Easy tasks are great. He stretches his arms out and lets Jade work on getting him into the sleeves. The fabric really is soft. That's good, though it probably means it's not going to be cheap. It's a nice fit as far as his arms are concerned. No need to roll up the sleeves, nor do his arms stick out of them too far. It's not that bad for something so formal, he's got to admit.

He's more than mildly surprised when Jade is suddenly in front of him. Blinking, he drops his arms to his sides and then, stupidly, places his hands on Jade's sides. He knows he couldn't really block the door successfully the way Jade does, but he feels freed now with more space to move. He doesn't use this freedom to take a step back. Staying right where he is, fighting down the urge to retaliate and kiss Jade's neck and maybe even suck a mark of his own into the skin -- he's staring, though -- his breath becomes shallow.

A sharp hiss later he's torn his gaze away from Jade's throat. Looking at himself, he realizes that his body is being damn obvious again: Eyes glazed over and his mouth slightly open, he's the very image of a young guy too easily aroused. Thankfully there's other things to look at than himself. Jade's hair runs down his back like a silky veil, a pretty shine to it even in the ugly lighting of a dressing room.