"I don't think so, Tonks." He was smiling a little as he said it though, and was gathering up his own clothes, then moving to drape them atop hers. "Enough play time, come on. We've got things to get done." And things to worry about. Lots of things to worry about, in fact. He was slowly beginning to take off the sequin shirt, draping it over top of the other things, as he looked down at the red Chucks he was wearing.
Then he looked back up at the older witch. "A hat." He finally conceded. "I'll wear any hat you please." There you go, Tonks!
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