Drachen kept his guard up for a bit, arm raised in front of him almost like a shield and sword at the same time. His guard did lower a bit as she showed him the clothing designs; so, this was her intent then. He could tell she wasn't lying....But if she knew of his own troubles and desires in finding appropriate clothing, she would understand that this 'outfit' was one of equal parts necessity and personal taste.<br/><br/>Lowering his arm and relaxing his hostile stance, he then said, "You needn't worry; besides, this is how a warrior fights. Nothing but his own hands and cunning to guide him to victory." Giving a small laugh, he then said, "In any case, you would have to replace it within a week." His scales seemed to flex as he readjusted his posture, the overlapping edges fairly sharp, "I've had my share of difficulties finding clothing in this form that my armor won't shred to ribbons. It's kind of you to offer, but if it's any consolation, I find little comfort in hiding who I am. If the criminals should fear me, it should not be because of some identity!"<br/><br/>He then spread his arms out wide, "I am Drachen only in name, but I will always be Ansgar Bahr! A name the lawless will engrave into their hearts and minds!" His fists then clenched as he roared in defiance; even if he didn't have a dragon's body, it seemed the pride of one was still<i>very much </i>intact with him.