He had stood up by now and pulled off his outer robe, leaving him in only a shirt and trousers, and pulled the new one on over top. It brushed his shoe tops, severe black, the sleeves actually long enough for his arms. It looked... powerful somehow, and it made him feel almost obscenely pleased.
A reflection in the mirror was Janelle emerging again and he looked up in the mirror to meet her eyes.
"I think those are very good," he said. "They make your eyes stand out."