[ Truth be told, he's a little surprised by the sudden change in tune, not that he doesn't welcome it. It's definitely favorable if he can just secure someone down the line to fix his clothing for him should it become ruined by god-knows-what around here.

That sounds like a fair enough trade. And, he'll feel more willing to lift a finger to (superficially) aid her, if the time and place are convenient. For him. ]

Sure. I can do that.

[ A (small) part of him wants to point out that it doesn't seem like she's getting anything out of this deal, but another (bigger) part of him thinks that fixing clothes can't be so monumental that it warrants him putting anything significant on the table, anyway. He's grown up with countless butlers at his beck and call to tailor his clothes for him, offering them nothing in return. This should be the same. ]

Based on what I've seen out there, it won't be a matter of if it will get ruined, but a matter of when. [ Might as well be honest about it! Illumi's plan had always been to steal more clothes if the ones he got became ruined, but this is a preferable arrangement. His dark eyes follow the scattering crowds of people as they begin to disperse, searching for lingering signs of contempt. ] How much of it have you seen? Outside, I mean.