From the way he was dressed alone, he was easily the most fascinating person she had met here. Vampires, demons, witches, whatever - despite the fact she was learning magic Trish really had no interest in the magical world (and her motivations for learning magic, weren't so much out of interest but more for potential revenge should a certain person ever show up).
"Better not to risk it then," Trish grinned. Her eyes widened when he lifted the cloak, it was well...beautiful. "If it has meaning to you, then it definitely has a use." Besides he was good looking and a guy who dressed like that and wore a cloak - even more so.
She couldn't help but grin a little wider when he said he might ruin the place if he tried to wash it, it reminded her of her father. That was his usual excuse for not doing washing or cleaning, lucky for him he has a house keeper to do it for him. Trish learned everything on her own in university, and was happy she did.
"I'd be happy too," she said, cocking her head and studying the cloak. It probably wouldn't do to put it in the washing machine, hand washing was probably the route to go. It was more work but it would be worth it. Hand washing and probably a soak in the bathtub. "I've had enough of my book anyways," she slipped it into her purse.
"We can do it in my apartment," she offered, then immediately felt awkward. "If that's okay?"