Darras makes a quiet scoff, as he takes both lapels into hand now and tugs at her collar.

"I don't mind finer. I like finery. To a point. I don't see why we went so far in the other direction, is all. What's wrong with the clothes I had? Those're what I've been wearing since you've known me. These," he corrects, as he pulls at the lapels again, "are what I've been wearing. And you fell in love with me, as I recall, so they can't be that repellent. Big belt and stories and all."