Vyers shot a glare in Timon's direction. He just didn't see what the meerkat had against capes. It was a bold look to be sure, but it was a perfectly respectable look for a demon. And really, as far as Vyers was concerned, one who wore no clothes at all was hardly someone to ask fashion advice from.

He was about to repeat his request when Urd walked back into the room with the waistcoat. Stars in his eyes, all protest died in Vyers' throat as he set the glass of wine down and crossed the distance between himself and Urd. "Ah~! It is perfect!" he took the end in his hand, feeling it with barely retrained (and barely dignified) glee. "The material...! The cut...! The color...! Where in the world did you find this?"