"I would gladly wear whatever you would think appropriate, that we can manage to get our hands on. I would not want to look out of place."

He leans over and presses his lips to her upper arm, before nuzzling slightly against her, a familiar gesture to him at this point. There is no anxiety to his words, no sadness, simply understanding.

"I am...used to having to blend in," he says. "It is in my nature, to avoid being noticed, unless I want to be. Though with such a beauty as yourself upon my arm...I would wish to be seen," he adds.