"That's good to know," he tells Severus sincerely. "Thank you," he grips his shoulder. Leaning close, he lowers his voice. "When I get out of here Severus, I'll do my best to take you with me."
"Not from where I stand there isn't," he turns to Lucius and makes a face. "But then, I've never been the clothes horse you are Lucius." No insult is intended by the remark. Some have the knack for wearing clothes and some don't. He doesn't and never has. As long as it keeps him warm and dry and settles all aspects of propriety, he's satisfied. "Oh?" He heads in that direction, shaking his head at a gaudy display of socks.
He frowns at Lucius' words. "Right. Sorry. Forgot myself for a minute." He scowls at having to deal with muggles politely, something he hasn't gotten used to after all this time. Nevertheless, he turns to the man and smiles. Only someone who knew him well would notice the look in his eyes. "My apologies. Pray forgive me. I've had a rather dreadful journey. The next time I travel, I intend to let someone else handle the arrangements. Do you have this in green?" He nods at the jacket. "And I'd like to try these on if I may." He picks two shirts and two pairs of trousers at random from the wall Lucius indicated.