"True. So you're thinking they're probably a little looser? They hug his legs pretty incredibly, either way." Claude chuckles. "Sylvain's a lucky man."

With that juicy little tidbit lying there on the table, Claude stomps his other foot to settle his heel in, then straightens up to look down at himself. "Okay, so...honestly, I don't think this looks too bad! A little unconventional, maybe, but if anyone tries to judge me on that, I can call them out for their incredible rudeness." He grins at Dimitri, hands on his hips. "What do you think? I could probably fool people who aren't paying too much attention, right?"

It's...a lot, really. But in a good way. Which is bad for Dimitri. The skirt was something, and the boots are something else, but put together? Claude von Riegan should never have been given this much power.