The time Mustang takes sorting through the various options he's been brought gives Vrenille a very nice interval to just enjoy the view, one hand resting in his lap as he does to idly fondle himself through his jeans with the occasional squeeze amplifying his arousal further.

By the time Mustang is dressed, he's therefore feeling plenty ready to take his own enjoyment ahead one more step.

"Suits you good," he says. "Blue's a nice colour on you." And it's going to be a nice colour off of him as well, Vrenille thinks, and in very short order.

He makes a gesture to the clerk who, hurrying in, gathers up the clothes that didn't make the cut, exiting with them as quickly as they came.

"Now," Vrenille says, his gaze stormy with want as he looks at Mustang still standing there before the mirror, "take it off again. Show me."

He wants to be given a little show, in other words, which means that anyone else with a view through the open curtain will be given a view too, and there are at least one or two other patrons in the shop now who have paused by this rack or that one where they happen to have a good vantage point, so Mustang's got a few different men's eyes on him already.