He quirks an eyebrow at Severus. "Of course they do...but I understood he needed something he could leave with now, unless I wished to alter all my own clothing for his use."
"Clothes horse?" he huffs lightly. "I have never been such a thing. You perhaps have me confused with my counterpart. You will find my closet here quite...reserved, comparitively."
Lucius smirks as the proprietor hurries to accommodate, rushing to the back and returning to open a dressing room, carrying the green jacket and ushering Rodolphus inside.