Is that what this is? A transgression of fashion? Dimitri doesn't think he ever really did well on that front... and it's hard to think about it, when Claude suddenly starts making him think about Felix's legs too.

Oh, saints. Dimitri is still staring down at Claude's thighs, but in the manner of someone who's just forgotten where he put his eyes last as he gets lost in his brain. "Those... are of a different material?" he says at least, sounding maybe a little confused.