"It's not like I planned the trip you know," Rodolphus protests mildly. "Or I would have made better arrangements." There is a wealth of meaning behind his words.
"Right. At least black doesn't show stains," he grins at Severus. "I mean, if you spill or something." His eyes narrow. "I had no idea you were related," he comments dryly. "That would explain a great deal."
He looks around the shop, noting the proprietor's effusive greeting. Lucius is no doubt one of the man's best customers. "Oh come now Lucius," he protests, looking at a rack of jackets. "I don't want to look like a toff! I need something that you won't fuss at me for if I get it dirty. When," he corrects absently, fingering the material.