"Oh, those rascally libertines," he chuckles.

The coat comes off and the cravat comes off but there are far too many buttons on the waistcoat and the shirt underneath has more lace and strings and whatnot but eventually it opens and goddamn if he's putting all of this back on again.

He catches Jay's trembling hand and presses it to his chest, his own hands still gloved. And he looks at him, searching his eyes.

"Darling, really, are you all right?"