Liam was finally able to change into his usual clothes.
A normal dark blue shirt with a pair of trousers, dark brown shoes, and a watch. His hair was still down, mostly because Andreas had spent the last ten minutes trying to convince him that the reception suit would look more visually balanced if Liam allowed his hair to remain loose around his shoulders.
"I am not saying the corseted vest should return," Andreas said carefully, with the fragile diplomacy of a man who had already been wounded once that afternoon and had no intention of dying in the same room. "Only that the hair softens the line."
Liam looked at him through the mirror. "My line has suffered enough."
Andreas pressed one hand to his chest. "My lord, your line has been improved."
"My patience has not."
"Art requires sacrifice."
"Find a goat."
From the sofa, Mirelle made a pleased sound. "He is in good form again."
