[ He'll be honest: he hadn't thought of it that way, not at all. When you put it like that... he supposes it makes sense. Clothes really do "belong" to people in a way that's different from food or beds. Not that he feels it really changes his opinion on whether or not he should be wearing this stuff, which will become obvious with the way he folds up the shirt to rest on top of the jacket he already has. ]

If that's how you feel, then I won't stop you. [ Illumi gives a shrug, his blank eyes giving Trish a once-over. A seemingly normal girl, probably someone who really hates to cause conflict if she doesn't even want to be associated with something like this. An attitude like that is understandable, even if its not relatable. ] Washing that one outfit might get tiring, though.

[ Because she'll have to take it off to clean it? Right...? Or maybe she could wash it while bathing? Either way, he's not here to chastise or try to needle her (pun unintended) about her decisions. Clearly, he either respects her choice, or flat out doesn't care. Abruptly, like a lightbulb just went off in his (empty) head: ]

—Oh, I know. Making your own clothes would solve your problem.