Tugging on a pair of socks and shoes, I run a hand through my hair and duck into the mirror to glance at my reflection, judging it as decent enough, even if it's fancier than what I would wear on any normal given day. Leaning into his door, I glance into his room and snort, digging through the closet and returning with a pinstriped shirt, pair of corduroys and waistcoat. "Just...trust me," I offer to him, not mentioning the presence of a cupid-esque fountain in the midst of it all. "Come on, get dressed so we can get out of here and I can retain my sanity. Bitte?"