[ The literal last person he would ever go to for advice on fashion aesthetics is making up a hella nice idea. The extra bonk to his head with Snakebutt is satisfying enough that he sets it back down. His fingers still maintain their artists' daintiness in the wake of scales and claws. They wiggle as if to say 'Hop to it and use that white'. ]

Do you know how hard working with fabric is with these things...? [ He asks one-sidedly. ] What have you been up to lately? You've been scarce.

Not that I care.