sliding the silky stockings up those slender calves, letting him steady himself against your shoulder as he steps into soft cotton drawers followed by satin-lined wool twill shorts, lifting his arms to hoist off his oversized sleeping shirt, leaning close to affix each and every gleaming pearl-sized button up the sleeves and chest of the day's fine white linen blouse, pulling the buckle of his wool vest tight at the small of his back, tying off neat bows where the waist of that cotton velvet dress jacket cinches in, kneeling at his feet again to lace up each and every eyelet of the soft shearling-lined knee-high boots. gently holding those delicate little bird-boned hands to tug on silk gloves; not letting go until you must, after you've slipped his family's rings onto waiting fingers.

I'm sure Tony doesn't know why he's coming to the kid's house. Either he wants to offer help with homework, or he's just looking for a new batch of admiring glances. Or maybe he just wants to see the spider in its natural habitat.