[Dimitri finds himself hovering at the entrance of her open door; despite the tea parties she’s thrown in her room before, it feels odd for him to encroach when she’s rifling around in her drawers.

Or maybe now he’s just overly aware of... propriety.]

I like them.

[What else is there to say? He does. She would look good in all black pants.

Dimitri clears his throat.]

Though... Faerghus winters are quite unkind. You would have to prepare yourself with more than just a few pairs of long pants, Professor.