[Sevens, look at this man. His bashful little expression. The clear giddiness. Vil feels so ridiculously lucky.

It won't be long until they're back at the dorm and in Vil's bedroom. He comes up to Cater, boldly placing his hands on his chest and smoothing them down the apparel.]

Mmm... a fine choice. Such lovely and carefully crafted material like this must be handled with the utmost care...

[His hands come up to the first button, his voice lowering.]

We'll have to go extra slow to ensure not a single thread is frayed.