"Edward Stace. Proprietor of Stace Fabrics." Though despite the old man's kind demeanor and decent manners, he did not acquiesce to her implied offer of kissing the hand, it wasn't something anyone on Houston was used to doing, and as such he missed the hint entirely. Despite this potential faux pas which he was entirely ignorant to, old man Stace seemed playfully offended at the implied nature of his work only being of an almost industrial nature and without the nuances of aesthetics. "He absolutely could have his formal wear made here, but the last time I offered he told me he didn't want to add any more items of that sort to his wardrobe. One day, I'm sure."
While the two spoke, Morreti unzipped the case he'd been handed and took a long look at the apparel contained within, it was obvious that he appreciated the amount of work that had gone into the entire ensemble. He even pulled the boots out and inspected how the two polar opposites for the design inspiration had been turned into one item. "Fantastic word, as per usual." His comment had the subtle enthusiasm necessary to imply that the greatest amount of restraint was being exercised to avoid trying anything on right now, but that would shatter upon even the slightest nod of encouragement.
