[ He was trying to envision what she was describing, wrinkling his nose when he'd failed and only managed to conjure up a mental image of a chandelier. No matter, it wasn't as if it was particularly important. When questioned about his clothing he couldn't help but look down at himself, hand on his stomach as he thought about this answer.

This didn't feel like something that he would normally wear, but it fit and he certainly couldn't complain about how good it made him look. There was a little voice in the back of his head, like something forgotten trying to force itself out but he couldn't quite grasp. ]

I can't really recall, they fit me so they must be mine, though it's certainly not anything I would have worn before...

[ He found himself pursing his lips, nose still scrunched up as he raise a brow. ]

A little crass, aren't you?