"Well. It certainly looks good," Fate remarks with a wry smile. "But I see the purpose behind it. If you aren't wearing apparent armor, most everyone else will be wary at your confidence."

The elf folds his fingers around his mug. "Nor I. I didn't particularly enjoy it; I rather prefer drinking in comparison."

He does chuckle. "Hopefully none of your nice pants, hm? Suppose fighting an enemy that's on fire would probably make someone just as wary. Vitaar and all."

Twisted Fate shakes his head. "And nor I, thankfully. So, you don't have anything to worry about, if you ever decided you wanted a bit of fun." Not pausing long after the less than subtle suggestion, Fate continues with, "I've never thrown up on someone."