"And I heartily applaud you for having done stuff, I assure you, but at present the stuff we must do requires a bit of costuming," Freddie tells him, faintly exasperated, but only faintly. "And of course you need not pay a cent out of your own pocket. You shall simply have to swallow your pride for the greater good, but I am sure any loyal soldier of the Inquisition can manage a task as small as that, yes?"

She gestures at the shop before them, its windows full of glittering pieces of very fine armor. This time she's actually awaiting his answer before going onward, clearly wanting assurance he will play along nicely before they go inside.