"Some of the more boring noble ladies would probably flinch with disdain... Or jealousy." He shrugged, picking out clothes for a moment to peer at them before returning them, or tossing them toward the bed. Most of what he picked looked... Small. Light on fabric. "Sure the King wouldn't mind, though. Want me to suggest a private dinner with him later; wear whatchya like. He's a generous chap!" He laughed, the sound echoing out of the wardrobe to meet her in a rather muffled manner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>