lanselos_du_lac

Kade's absolutely not surprised to hear it. He emerges after a few minutes, laden down with options.

"Pants first," he says, "since I had to guess at your size more there." He carefully wiggles one arm free of his pile and pulls a pair of jeans free from the top, tossing them at Lancelot. "Try these on and let me know how they feel." If he's judged Lancelot's size right, they'll fit him, snugly enough to appeal to whoever Lancelot might want to impress, but not so tight that he'll feel like his movement is restricted.