"What are you my fashion consultant now? Yeah, I picked up a few things. Knock yourself out. I'm afraid I'm all out of tight leather pants though. I think there may be a pair of buttless chaps in the back of the closet though," Harry snarked. It was good to be back among his people. The fae just didn't appreciate his humor. Okay, so his family and friends didn't always either but at least they didn't stare at him blankly for it. "Figured they matched my duster and if nothing else throw the bad guys off when they get mooned."