[If he's honest, having so much to look through is also convenient for Olivine. Watching Tseng observe in his methodical way, even for that short time, is comforting to say the least. And more selfishly, just seeing his handiwork in the taller man's hair.

In the end, given the straps of the lingerie top that curve around his chest and up his sternum, plus beaded lace collar, the simplest of the three might indeed be the best to accent the outfit itself. He sits without an ounce of shame or shyness, the familiar pink of simple affection on his cheeks.]

Thank you. [He responds, fingertips following the center strap upward as Tseng's eyes finally pull away from it. It's a rare volume of confidence in the priest, teasing with more intention.] I'm glad you think so. This will be more fun to get out of the way, too.

[If one didn't know Olivine, one might think he was teasing Tseng with that statement... but really, he's just being as unabashedly horny as ever. Anyway, now that he's had a chance to show it off the priest can rise to his feet.]

Would you like to help me put the jewelry on as well? I'm quite used to it, but it'll probably be faster with a little assistance. [which he rarely asks for, honestly. He probably should do that more.]