[He gestures with a hand for Henry to come closer, and he feels it out—the line of the collar, the tightness of the shirt, and then the way the jacket folds over. For all the intimacy of the contact, Dorian is ruthlessly critical in how he measures it out.]

I like the fit, but I'm not entirely enamoured of the grey. It's thematically all wrong for someone who refuses to reconcile his black and his white. I just don't think I can sign off on that kind of incongruity.