"D'you know," he remarked; picked up a container of marmite like it was nothing, so he could dig his fingers into it and casually-as-ever pretend he belonged in the other man's kitchen, "I always wondered what you did for clothes. Got the blue suit, sure... but every man needs two good suits."
Their mouth opens to speak, before they shut it again, lost for words at the moment. One eyebrow quirks upwards at the nonchalant way he's acting-- at the way he's just casually asking about their clothing, as if it's just any other, everyday human conversation about meaningless things, like the weather. They look down at what they're wearing-- which is certainly not a suit, far more casually than that-- before looking back up at him. Might as well play along with the casual tone for the time being.
'Actually, I've come to the conclusion that I've got to have more than two outfits, or humans do really, unless I'd either like to smell like rotting garbage or do the laundry everyday. Neither of which I'm inclined to do.'