Izzy turns just in time to catch the garment and inspect it, forgetting his hidden hand as he holds the shirt up to him. It's nice, the shirt. Good fabric and cut. He loves it immediately and grins wide as he tugs it on over his head.
"You think so?"
The praise fits better than the shirt, but he thrives on them both in equal measure.
"Someone has to keep an eye on your back, you never deal a final blow."
There's no heat, it's just an observation as he tucks in the long tails of the fine linen thing he's been gifted. His trousers suddenly seem very out of place, but that's a fashion problem, not a function problem, and something he can fix when they make port. The sleeves are hilariously long on him, billowing down past his hands - one of which is suspiciously dark and decorated - but there's a length of cotton cord on his satchel behind the door which he retrieves and moves to cut in half to tie as garters.
"You move so fast from man to man it's like you're in three places at once."
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"You think so?"
The praise fits better than the shirt, but he thrives on them both in equal measure.
"Someone has to keep an eye on your back, you never deal a final blow."
There's no heat, it's just an observation as he tucks in the long tails of the fine linen thing he's been gifted. His trousers suddenly seem very out of place, but that's a fashion problem, not a function problem, and something he can fix when they make port. The sleeves are hilariously long on him, billowing down past his hands - one of which is suspiciously dark and decorated - but there's a length of cotton cord on his satchel behind the door which he retrieves and moves to cut in half to tie as garters.
"You move so fast from man to man it's like you're in three places at once."