He notes the fiddling of the ring in the back of his mind, along with the shine of the item. So she is capable of taking care of things... Perhaps the cloak was simple a statement piece for her? Regardless, the wear and tear still shows as a sign of love to the tailor. Even if neglected, it has been mended before, and she still wears it despite the disheveled look of it.
His hand politely but dismissively waves her off, and he lets out a confident huff of air through his nose.
"Someone as skilled as I shall surely be able to handle such a project. Perhaps I can spruce up this weary dear, hm? Some embroidery along the bottom edges, mayhaps the hood, as well..."
He tilts his head as he holds the cloak out at arm's length, turning it this way and that, lips pursing together as he trails off into silent mumbles. And just like that, he's back into his trance, but there's no distress with this bout. No, he's nothing but determined. His apprentices would often call him obsessed when he focused. Ha! As if mere students could ever understand the attention needed for work such as his.
With a flip of his hair, he folds the cloak and pats off some dirt with a large, cat-like smile. His chest puffs out as he stands straighter, then dips when he bows down to be parallel with the floor.
"Miss Whispers, I am ever so honoured to assist you."
As he straightens, there's a slight hesitance to his movements before he briskly tosses his old project over his shoulder and brushes more dust from the red fabric in his hands. He pushes his glasses up with his shoulder and he motions for the woman to follow him before starting down the hallway. His finger traces invisible patterns on the folded cloak. The potential embroidery plans, no doubt. He may just get carried away if he doesn't try to restrain himself at all.
Oh, but why would he? Surely the woman wouldn't mind! Though, it is her say, and he bites the inside of his cheek. He had lost many a client due to his tendency to go beyond what was requested... Though, his village was small and quaint. They simply didn't understand. Still, he decides to exercise caution, and looks to Delara, but says nothing. There's not much he can think to say with so many patterns running circles in his head.
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