He stared. The last thing he thought about was how he looked, even though he knew he looked good. He'd always been able to make brown look good, and with the hint of green of his tie tucked into his waistcoat, the tiny green feather in his hatband - he looked nice. But that was nothing compared to Steve.

Steve was made for suits like this now. For a good few seconds he couldn't answer, and when he tried, he had to clear his throat and swallow before he was understandable. "So are you, Stevie."