The way that Sen looks at him nearly has him preening. He leans down to nudge their foreheads together lightly then takes a step back again, letting his hand remain in Sen's grasp. A glance toward one of the man's ears gets a soft scowl. If he hears the words 'knife ear' this evening he will make whoever said them regret it.

He doesn't say this, though. Instead, he lets his hand coast down the side of Sen's neck to fall away again, turning to the clothing in kind.

"You're a quick enough study, I think it will click in the moment. But if you'd like some practice, I'm sure that we can find the time," he offers. "The Winter Palace has many lovely, open spaces that get very little through-traffic. We might find a space to run through the steps together, if you would permit me to be so bold as to request a dance." As he speaks, he picks up the first layer of the new clothes to assist in carefully pulling them on and cinching them closed. Much as he would rather be peeling away those layers, they are already pushing 'fashionably late'.