Terrence hadn't bothered about his clothes at all. He always ended up looking well dressed, simply because there were only a couple of items in his closet that he'd gotten a chance to wear more than once. His clothes were inevitably stolen by Ella, which meant that a large portion of his income went towards clothes. Not that he was complaining, because even if he got his clothing bloodied and torn, he'd still love the sight of it on her.
If this was a time when he should be wearing old clothes, that was just too damn bad, because he didn't own any. It didn't matter, because it worked for him.
"No," he answered, grinning. "Not long. But I'm definitely ready to get started." He got to his feet, patting the bows over his shoulder. "And these are ready to be used. I almost felt bad, letting them sit around so long after making them, but it couldn't be helped."