That got him to look up from the stiff wool and gold brocade of the officer's uniform he was examining. The surprise that filled his voice had some flattery in it, sure, but a surprising amount was genuine. "You're having a hard time finding a costume?" He looked at her, quizzically. It didn't make any sense.
Then he thought back on the costumes that the first shop had offered and smirked. "Don't you want to dress as a naughty nun or a flapper, like everyone else?" he asked, sarcasm dripping off of his tongue. "I know I've seen at least three variations on costumes of major pop culture icons with the word 'sexy' describing things that it was never meant to. 'Sexy Fred Flinstone.' I ask you." He faked a disgusted shiver.