Thomas laughed and shrugged in agreement; "I'm not sure what you mean, miss." The chaser smiled and put his hands in his pockets.

He wasn't entirely sure why she swatted his hand away though he suspected it was something to do with the upper echelons in society and their etiquette.

"Well, y'see, I do have fashion sense." Thomas retorted, feigning some sort of playful offense, "Mr Pettigrew sorts out most my suits and I'm usually wearin' my Quidditch gear."

Thomas shrugged once again and lulled his head slightly, "What about you, Miss? I assume you're into fashion quite a bit. You look like you are." He smiled and then added with a laugh, "What you think of my clothes, then?"

Thomas twirled and moved into a small bow. He wasn't entirely sure if this was how he was supposed to be acting though he was having a good time, however long that was to last.