" . O’Mara sat back down and crossed his legs effortlessly. His freshly creased slacks were the color of butterscotch. His wing-tipped loafers were burgundy. He wore no socks. He had on a starched white shirt, open at the throat, and a blue blazer with brass buttons. My clothes must never fit that well, I thought. I’d be overwhelmed with sexual opportunities, and never get any work done. I promised myself to be careful. "
― Robert B. Parker , Bad Business (Spenser, #31)