I'm pretty sure anything is better than that robe and whatever yellow costumes they had in their closets back there. [ His voice is wry, because the clothes he'd found are not like anything he has back home. But the sales girl had shoved him in here with several pairs of something called jeans which, while not as tight as the leather breeches he was accustomed to for riding back home, still felt... odd. At least shirts seemed pretty universal here?

But he does tug his hand free after a moment and push to his feet once more. He vanishes from sight and a moment later, his knuckles are rapping softly on Wriothesley's door. The good-natured teasing is fully back in his voice now, too. ]

So does this mean I get to make you beg in person, then?