"Hm, that seems to make sense," Argus said. "You become very used to the things you live with growing up."
He smirked, and held up one of his sleeves and they walked. "I'm sure you would find it shocking that my mother worked in a clothing shop for most of her life. Otherwise I fear I would have a terrible sense of fashion."
Conveniently, Argus did not include that he also grew up with a highly prejudiced grandfather, who became almost a primary caregiver for a good deal of his adolescence. If there was anything that Argus had become "used to" in his bringing up, it was that Muggles and wizards of lesser blood were shameful, lesser creatures.
But no. All he'd carried over was his mother's fashion sense.
"I admire that, though," he continued. "Devotion to one's job."