Hey, score one for physics or garment-making or whatever it is that lets it cling like that. He's been taking the weird biology in stride - he isn't going to stop striding just because of a little improbability.

"Bling." Come on, that's not where you want your hands, right, he's got areas way more interesting than that. He lets his own hands skirt over her, thighs and ribs and the curve of her chest, and leans up to close the distance she started.