He grins right back at her, the expression completely effortless to him. "Finery is all well and good, but it's the every day look that gets seen the most. If you don't have something nice to wear when you do even the most boring of daily tasks, then I believe something is terribly wrong."
Dressing Sif is going to be the kind of 'dream come true' moment he's been waiting on for a very long time. Finally, a beautiful, lithe, tall figure to can hang his absolute best creations on. It's good that he's not prone to drooling or this might be a very awkward moment.
"Measurements will certainly help get us started," he agrees with a laugh. Turning to his tables, he quickly finds a spare sketchbook and opens it to a blank page. At the top, he writes her name and makes space for all of the measurements he might need. Below he creates several rough sketches of the kind of blouses he has in mind for her, all of which can be modified based on her opinions after the measuring process is finished.
"Hold out your arms for me, please, and hold still. I'll direct you as we work through this to make sure I get everything we need to make you a full wardrobe." He offers Sif another smile, then pulls out his measuring tape and gets to work. It'll only take a few minutes to get through everything, and he hopes it doesn't seem like he's trying something when he has to put his hands on her. Really, he's being as careful as he can be, but sometimes a gentle touch to the arm or leg is necessary for these things.
Once they're all done, he stashes his tape in one of his pockets and picks up his sketchbook again. "Do you have any preferences for your outfits?" he asks. "Something warmer or cooler? Sleeves, no sleeves? Those sorts of things. Anything and everything on your mind can only help me right now."
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Dressing Sif is going to be the kind of 'dream come true' moment he's been waiting on for a very long time. Finally, a beautiful, lithe, tall figure to can hang his absolute best creations on. It's good that he's not prone to drooling or this might be a very awkward moment.
"Measurements will certainly help get us started," he agrees with a laugh. Turning to his tables, he quickly finds a spare sketchbook and opens it to a blank page. At the top, he writes her name and makes space for all of the measurements he might need. Below he creates several rough sketches of the kind of blouses he has in mind for her, all of which can be modified based on her opinions after the measuring process is finished.
"Hold out your arms for me, please, and hold still. I'll direct you as we work through this to make sure I get everything we need to make you a full wardrobe." He offers Sif another smile, then pulls out his measuring tape and gets to work. It'll only take a few minutes to get through everything, and he hopes it doesn't seem like he's trying something when he has to put his hands on her. Really, he's being as careful as he can be, but sometimes a gentle touch to the arm or leg is necessary for these things.
Once they're all done, he stashes his tape in one of his pockets and picks up his sketchbook again. "Do you have any preferences for your outfits?" he asks. "Something warmer or cooler? Sleeves, no sleeves? Those sorts of things. Anything and everything on your mind can only help me right now."