"Oh you would not, don't tell lies," Iestyn said with a snort, swatting at Henry's arm. "As if I would wear that! How dare you impugn my honour!" He poked out his tongue, and then sobered a bit. "I honestly don't know. I want to be me but I'm just... I want, like, Billy Porter vibes maybe. Tux dress. Masculine and feminine mixed together. Ugh, I don't know." He pulled up a Pinterest section and flicked quickly through a mix of pictures of dresses and suits. "I just don't want to marry you dressed as anyone else but myself."