That's fair. Who am I to get in the way of people going for what they want to do. [Even if it is murder or torture. It's just Nanao sometimes can't keep his mouth shut - it's a weakness, he knows.

Nanao's never been criticized for his fashion before, so he's almost startled by her comments. He stares at her as she rattles off what's wrong with what he's wearing. And... well, he disagrees. Green and browns are fine together, even if they do clash with the redness of his horns. The cardigan's open because it looks better than buttoning it up. The pants... well, he doesn't know if it's out of style but the outfit fits together.

Her words and her grin cements something in his mind: This... this is surely a troublesome person. Maybe she was right about attracting the wrong sort of attention.]

Mmmm... If that's what you think of me, then you're really not going to like what my friend is wearing over there. [Nanao points behind Velvette. And then if she turns around, he'll leg it.]