"I do think so!" She confirmed, with a bob of her head that made her very red hair sweep around her shoulders. An answering smile immediately lit up her features at the man’s reaction, bringing a sparkle to her eyes. "They’re… bright, and lively, and classy! And a little daring. …Kind of like me saying threads, actually.” A faintly displeased wince tightened her mouth and gathered her brows. “I don’t normally use that word. Oh well. Got the point across, anyways!”
"Indeed it did." She certainly was effusive with her praise of his clothes, which he was not too altogether unhappy to hear. After several years of 'why the celery?', it was nice to hear something different, as vain as it made him feel, although..did she say daring? He definitely had never heard that before.
"I suppose when you're as old as I am, the fact that I understood what you meant by 'threads' can be seen as a victory," he said mildly, grinning and sweeping his hat off of his head and holding it to his chest. "I appreciate your commentary on my sartorial style. I feel after such high praise, I should know your name! How do you do? I'm the Doctor."
