Thomas rather liked her giggle and simply returned with his signature goofy smile. He was rather enjoying her company by this point, even if he was portraying himself as a senseless fool who would better serve as a court jester than a Quidditch player.

"You can blame Mr. Pettigrew for that." Thomas nodded. He liked to blame his sponsor for most things. It was an easy way to defer any wrongdoings on his part as a 'publicity choice'. Usually it didn't work.

Thom didn't dress Thomas, after all.

"But I think that's some good advice, miss. D'ya wanna show me what kinda blue would be nice on me?" Thomas asked, glancing back at the door briefly.

Though it was likely that the person who was following him was long gone, the Chaser didn't want to take any chances. He gestured vaguely to a pile of blue fabrics in various shades, "I'm a bit useless at fashion."