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Locke Lamora (richercleverer) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"Well, that's comforting." Leo laughed a little, shaking his head. He found it a touch amusing - and just a bit disturbing - that one of the few things that hadn't managed to change in however long it had been since Therin had sunk into the water was that people still tended to be oblivious to what was going on past their own noses. Of course, this was another fact that made his work all the easier so he really couldn't complain - even if that particular fact did absolutely nothing for him just now. "You can probably guess as much but that's pretty much how it was where, and when, I come from, too - people too busy to look away from their own business to see who they're stepping on and unlikely to care, anyway." He paused a moment and offered a light grin. "Some things never change, huh?"

"Is that how fashion works these days?" He asked lightly. After a moment of thought, he shrugged lightly and laughed. "Well, I suppose it isn't all that different. There always were a few bigger names among the tailors of the city - those who knew that they could charge more for their wares." In response to her reassurance about everyone feeling some degree of culture shock, he grinned wanly and nodded. "Oh, I know that you're right and that this can't be easy on anyone. It's just that I--" It was with effort that Leo bit back the rest of his words - the ones which would have included complaining about how he wasn't used to working at such a disadvantage in knowledge and it wasn't natural for him to have to flounder so. Instead, he forced himself to shape a believable smile. "Well, let's just say that it's a fucked up situation all around and leave it at that."

"Charming and witty with a far-talented silver tongue - that's pretty much the definition of Leocanto Kosta." This rather egotistical statement was followed with a rather silly grin in order to show that he wasn't quite that caught up in himself. "Bellbottoms?" He repeated, wrinkling his nose in distaste. "I can't even begin to imagine what those might be, but I'm fairly sure that I really don't want to find out either."

"No, I never did say anything about leaving the shop but if you want to win the bet..." He trailed off with a teasing grin. To be entirely honest, Leo didn't have any real intention of forcing Shannon to leave the building - especially if the dress was both as horrible and as short as it seemed when she held it up against herself. Not that didn't mean he couldn't have a bit of fun in the meantime. "Oh? You have many admirers and yet you agree to dress for me? I'm deeply touched by this show of kindness to this poor soul." He paused in the act of unbuttoning his shirt to offer her a teasing grin but he soon decided to give her privacy while she changed into her new attire.