"Dress up?" He faltered for a moment, holding up the dress he had in his hands and looked at her from around it. "Not for me," he told her with a brilliant smile. "For you."
And then he was off and chattering about the different dyes and things used in the clothing that was usually very well made and holding it up against her and okay, copping a feel and looking at her legs, too. Not that the dress she was wearing wasn't great, but as far as distractions went, this one was fantastic. He didn't want to talk about leaving her behind. And of course, "We'll take the blue."
Once on the street again, hand firmly clasping hers, he asked her, "And where have you liked it best? Or not liked it at it all? On Earth or, or elsewhere?"