
It took some time for Val to realize that the person in which she was speaking to was him. His features changed to give him a rather bewildered look and he scoffed. "..Y'what? Y'want me t'wear /that/? D'ya know how much've a fruit I'd look like in that shit?" he quipped back, voice alone doing more to show his distaste for the idea.
Even with the words, however, the Seeker turned and promptly closed the bit of distance between them. He, much like her, looked between the pieces of fabric and then at the rough leathers that covered his form. "Idunno. I ain' one t'wear all that.. light frilly stuff." His right gloved hand reached to brush his fingers through the blonde locks that covered the back of his neck and rub, perhaps to ease some sort of cramp or pain from the spot. "...I s'pose y'know what you're talkin' 'bout, though. Ain' like I ain' been wearin' th'same damned thing for a few years now, anyway."
Even with the words, however, the Seeker turned and promptly closed the bit of distance between them. He, much like her, looked between the pieces of fabric and then at the rough leathers that covered his form. "Idunno. I ain' one t'wear all that.. light frilly stuff." His right gloved hand reached to brush his fingers through the blonde locks that covered the back of his neck and rub, perhaps to ease some sort of cramp or pain from the spot. "...I s'pose y'know what you're talkin' 'bout, though. Ain' like I ain' been wearin' th'same damned thing for a few years now, anyway."