His grin seemed to slant a little. Now he definitely, definitely wanted to go into the dressing room with Oliver and poke his fingers in all the holes. "It'll be fin," he said softly, for Ollie's ears only.
Then, louder. "That is really cute - I think it would look good on you. C'mon; I see them." He tugged Oliver's hand towards the side of the store. It was a small enough boutique that the dressing rooms were luckily kept unlocked (mainly because there was really just a curtain on a rod and a fancy little wooden badge that could be flipped to read 'in use'.) Horace opened up one curtain, shocked at how big the rooms were, and flipped the sign to in use.
"After you?"
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