/gleemote
[ Lelouch has an easy, reassuring, innocuous smile ready for her at the first apology -- no apologies necessary, I could have been paying more attention as well or something along those same lines -- but then she's fingering his tunic, and. Well. That is genuinely not a thing that's ever happened to him before. L, lipquirk. ]
...Synthetics have nothing on natural fibers. [ He says this because he is the nitpickiest nitpicker in the world; Botani's synthetic, whatever it is, feels almost exactly like... ] But, to be fair, even heavyweight silk isn't usually this lustrous -- and it does breathe well.
[ Despite himself, and despite the girl's brazen (if suitably apologetic) invasion of his personal bubble, Lelouch... feels the smallest surge of pleasure at the implied compliment to his tastes. Ridiculous. ]
It's nice to see you again. [ Offering, because he remembers you from that first day! Before... some of the most terrible choices he's ever made in his life came crashing down around him in the form of his canon mates. ]