Helga giggled. How ridiculous could a gentleman be? Was he feigning aloofness to charm her? (If so, it was working, even if it was in a weird sort of way. She couldn't help but laugh with (at?) him!)

"I think you could use a makeover. Your jacket's a few shades off from your pants," she teased with a tsk, tsk and a mockingly scolding shake of her heard. "I think you'd look nicer in blacks — or, maybe even navy blue."