Now Tony threw his very important finds down onto a chair as he swept purposefully toward her, reaching out to grab her hand instead for a gracious kiss then to tug her back into the closet as he answered, "No one's ever made me anything before. I don't know, not like that. Not like, well, crayons are usually involved. I'm very touched by every one of them, I am, and if your crafting has a crayon-level quality to it I will still appreciate the effort, but you're over 3 feet tall, you understand, you have bills to pay, people to answer to." Clearly he thought this was all very relevant, but he was leading her to the row of hanging jackets, where he pulled back the collar of one to reveal the mustard coloured, silky lining. "What about that, can you do that? Pepper said I need more neutrals, I wear too much black, it's all very dark. Is that neutral? Metallics are neutral, aren't they?"