"Robes and a skirt are very different. Robes are fashionable. Skirts... Well." He shrugs, voice light enough to make it clear he's teasing while still looking down on skirts. "And I don't trust a warrior in my clothing. You sorts always charge in when it's a very bad idea to do so, which means I'd have to spend time mending my robes. You're out of luck."

Anders reaches up and fluffs the feathers on his current coat - peacock, thanks to Isabela - before smirking a little at Norrington. "I could offer my services in a different way. You could put the armor on and I could hit it with my staff."