[ the joke gets him an eye roll, because no, charles doesn't believe mr. black clothes only would ever subject himself to that kind of a monstrosity; and then, to the part about his shirts, ] Mm-hm, you keep believing that.

[ well, they look good on him, so that's something, he supposes — but dressed in, say, actual trousers, maybe a pair of slacks, a properly made black tee and an oversized blazer? yeah. that's definitely a look charles could see him in, and a look he'd very much like to see him in, for absolutely no reason at all. he walks round and finds an unoccupied spot on the bed, dropping down to sit there. ]

Sure, mate. You can count on me. But that means if I see any of the Poundland stuff I will actually sneak here and replace them with good quality shirts when you're not looking.