[That's okay, Dezel keeps his hand on Sorey's back to help guide him, though really they're both a mess by the time they get back to their room.]

I'm glad you didn't say that. I probably would've died right there and left you penniless and starving. [He's had time to recover so of course the sass comes out. His half-smile is fangish and fond.] I know I'm difficult. Why you put up with me is anyone's guess.

But, if you'll indulge me a little, I'm gonna be difficult for one more minute. [He reaches into his coat to remove a flat wrapped box, and then he leans forward to push it into Sorey's arms. Inside is a beautiful yukata made with layers of soft white fabric and accented with a deep blue. As with all foreign clothing, it's assembly required, but that should be fine.]

It's common for visitors to wear local fashion. I was aiming for something comfortable, but then the tailor insisted I take this one. Sorry if it's flashy.