"Hmm," he looked back to the shirt in his hand, and then back to the rainbow paint one, "Do you think Catherine would like them?" He glanced back to her, watching as she wandered around to the opposite side of the rack.
"I do live in jeans.. dance in 'em too." His brows furrowed with thought, "Catherine wears these fuckin' evil as fuck dresses. I mean, she looks good in them.. really good.. but there's thirty layers, she won't let me rip 'em, and Jesus, they're just really--" he paused, blinking and looking past Ana with somewhat of a silent gasp.
Hurrying around to reach past Ana to grab up a shirt, he held it up, "Buying the fuck out of this. Can you wear dinosaurs on a date?"