Watered wine was offered along with some fruits and nuts for a meal and then the two were left alone. Anthony was quiet. Very quiet. Steven had always been kind to him, had always taken his meals with him when he was sat alone and though he had a lot of friendly faces to spend his days with, it was Anthony he chose to spend his time with. Therefore, he knew by now what to look for when something was wrong.

"It's so tight," the shorter man said when prompted, carefully touching the fine lines of the jerkin. He looked amazing, regal despite his wild mop of hair. But he had never worn anything like this before. It had been simply brown tunics, trousers, boots and a knotted waist cord. And nothing else. Now he had on a belt and a fitted garment and knee boots--

He was just overwhelmed. He was start to swim in that feeling, turmoil bubbling beneath the surface of his amber colored eyed.

"I'm going to make him so mad," he whispered. "I make everyone so mad. I'm going to mess up and that will be it and I'll never see you again."