Tony had to dramatically clutch his heart at the idea of all of those stockings ruined so senselessly, then limply make the sign of the cross to bless their departure. That looked like the right jacket. Tony brought the hanger out to sling over his shoulder while he continued along to pick a shirt, and roll out the rack of bowties, nodding as though he was totally listening past 'knitting scarves' because that sounded profoundly boring until he got around to processing what she was saying. "Really? Mine?" He had stopped his hunting around to actually look at her finally, expression as though she had told him she was pregnant.