"Red would suit you," Darras counters, as he turns the lapel backwards to study the back side of it. The tailor has done it professionally, done that trick where the seams are all caught up in the inside and the back has the same color as the front. It's very impressive. "What makes you think red wouldn't suit you? You've worn it before, as I recall. Looked amazing in it besides."

He shoots a glance back at her. Then he picks up his coat, which lays forgotten across a near-by chair. He holds it out.

"Try it."