He sighed as the tailor measured his in-seam. He wasn't exactly pleased, standing half naked in front of some guy who was wrapping measuring strips around his thighs. He'd much prefer if Ms. Sasseeri were doing it - he let out another long, and exagerated sigh.

"Is this REALLY necessary, Ms. Sasseeri?" He wasn't one to question his employer, nor would he when push came to shove. He just wanted this damn suit fitting to be over with.