With a deft motion that Stace quietly suggested to him, Morreti folded his elbows as if trying to aim two pistols and caused both the inner shirt and the jacket on top of it to properly set into position. Once he'd done this, he looked to his sleeves as his companion suggested, but found that this minute adjustment seemed to entirely change how the piece looked on him, from being somewhat grungy to utterly seamless so far as the fit was concerned. "Better?" He turned and asked his accomplice, the smirk he was wearing still readily apparent and at the forefront of well defined features in addition to the clothes.
While he was most certainly pleased with Stace's final product, something must have been on his mind, because there was a second's worth of hesitation where his wit seemed to lapse in the wake of something else. Rather than express what it might have been, even if it was anything at all, he nodded at Stace and walked back into that same room he'd just used to get back into his disguise.
