His answer gets encouragement in the form of Margaery's eyes widening and her nodding along fervently. "I know exactly what you mean. And I haven't expressed my sentiments very much because I wouldn't want anyone to assume I'm a soft noble and nothing else."

(Which, to be fair, is essentially what she's always been, but she's been excellently taught in how to market herself as many other things.)

But now that they've found common ground, she allows herself to draw into her curiosity, gently tugging at one of his sleeves with an impressed smile. "Is this the sort of thing Allumin from back home would wear every day, then? Were you even able to accomplish any of your tasks when you must've had a horde of admirers following you around?"