He has to work not to completely melt under Viktor running his hands all over him, pressing the fabric to his skin. There's a moment of vertigo there, even, where he has to struggle to keep his feet, but it passes and he's blinking in the mirror at himself and... wow. Yeah.

The pants aren't what he would have picked, but the sweater is amazing and with the scarf he suddenly looks... different. It's that same feeling he got when Viktor had styled his hair in the mirror before they went dancing, where for a brief moment, he looks like someone who could be on the cover of a magazine.

"It's..." he wants to refuse anyway, to say that he doesn't deserve it or that he can't live up to the man he's looking at in the mirror, that this isn't him. Except he's Viktor Nikiforov's fiance and so even that kind of rings false. And besides, he'd already told himself he was going to let Viktor spoil him a little today, if he was so inclined. So he takes a deep breath and manages,

"I... I don't really know if I like the pants," from anyone else, that would probably seem like something critical, but he knows Viktor will hear what he isn't saying. He's stopped protesting the shirt or the scarf entirely.