Trillen looked up at Lyons and then back at his breakfast. "Nothing to be honest. I feel most comfortable in as little as possible. Clothing is....Restrictive to say the least. Since I very well cannot be running around nearly naked, cotton shorts and a shirt would work the best." Taking another bite of his pastry, he chewed and swallowed before continuing. "Silk or anything finer makes my skin crawl. I do not know why." He finished his breakfast and sat his hands in his lap. "To be honest sure, I doubt I will ever fit in with the upperclass. I could never stand the clothing." As if on cue, he had to squirm to scratch an itch without actually itching.