It was my turn to engage in the rapid blinking that Envy seemed to do so often.
"Sixteen seventy-nine?" I repeated. I looked him over again. I really couldn't begin to count fashion history among my talents, but I was pretty sure that his outfit wasn't really part of the average closet in the late sixteen hundreds. Maybe in the underwear drawer, but that was the most I could guess.
"You're definitely a man ahead of your time, I take it."