Worrying his bottom lip, he couldn't quite keep his face from falling with a soft sigh. He couldn't help it. There was a good bit of disappointment and worry in that look on his face. "You... you want to hide it?"
The letter he'd received from his family was practically burning a hole in his pocket at the thought that she might want to keep something like this a secret, Ewan swallowing hard. Of course, then she jumped on something else he'd said, Ewan fighting the urge to become exasperated with her. "D-did I say that?"
Oh good. This was... fantastic. He couldn't even tell if she was trying consciously to be passive aggressive, Ewan biting down on the inside of his cheek in a desperate effort at restraint. "My opinion should have no bearing on your ward-d-drobe. Wear whatever you want."