"The problem is that you've been wearing them since I've known you," Yseult replies, taking her turn to straighten his lapel now, smoothing it into place with a palm, "And it shows. You hardly have any, with all the clothes you took to Deshaies lost or destroyed, and what's left has seen better days. I'm not trying to make you dress like a lord except now when you need to pretend to be one. Just like a man with enough money and a wife who cares to see he looks his best. You don't trust my taste?"