He smiled when he saw her, appreciating the fact that the two meetings they had were enough to get her dimensions correct. But it was also clear that he found her appearance in that ensemble attractive, and in that regards his eyes betrayed him, despite nothing else revealing it. It wasn't that they wandered to look where not welcome, they remained fix in a position that didn't compromise her dignity, but the pupil response triggered itself nonetheless.
While answering her, he went over every element of the uniform, seeing if she'd put it on correctly. "No, the uniforms get darker the further away somebody is from elected positions that carry obligations. The more people you're trusted to represent, the more saturated and prominent the colors are. You don't need to worry about dirt and stains either, they're treated with a coating and use fabrics that repel water and muck." Evidently a significant degree of thought and experimentation went into how these uniforms were designed, but as soon as he had finished telling her all about that, he noticed that she'd not attached her sash the way it was intended.
If it was left as it currently was, it would crumple and steadily degrade with continued use. It was unbecoming for an officer of her station to be careless with her uniform, so he was instantly and visibly compelled to correct it, but restrained himself and asked first. "May I?" Taking a few steps closer but stopping short of being in her personal space, her answer deciding if he entered it or stepped away again.
