[He looks away, not embarrassed, just slightly bored. In his line of work, you were used to all sorts of different people, most of them in some state of undress or the other. There was a time and a place for admiring someone, and that was hardly when you were measuring for fitting them. Even Raziel had remarked at how cold and direct he was, when he had last fitted him for a jacket.]

Black, please, extra sugar.

[He could just conjure it, but if the man wanted to do work, he would allow it.]

I suppose while we have a moment....what colors do you prefer? Any colors you are strongly opposed to? Or am I to simply replicate the ruined garments?

[He hoped not. That would be boring.]