"Ah -- no!" Albel's voice was gruff but surprised as he hastily rose from his seat. Still ever more comfortable in his native garb, Mogdelina had at least convinced him to have more of said clothes created. Today he wore a black tunic and pants with silver and red accents. It almost resembled a "proper" military uniform.

Mogdelina had convinced him of a lot of things today. Like coming at all.

Albel was amazed that Sheena was interested in this, still interested in this after his outburst at the auction. But he couldn't imagine that it could be at all fun. What did he ever do with this woman but argue?

"You look..." He struggled a bit as he eyed her outfit. It was simple, there was no armor to be seen anywhere, so it was potentially useless in a fight. But otherwise, why would a woman wear such bland pants?

"... nice," he finished, trying to heed Mogdelina's advice. It felt awkward.