Greer supposed she should have expected this reaction, given his snooty attitude, but still the hair on the back of her neck went up. If she was a cat, she might have hissed at him. Instead she inhaled slowly through her nose and counted to five. He wasn't worth ten. Maybe she ought to offer him a bowtie, which were in higher fashion anyway. Those she already had couple made and she could change the color to onyx if he really wanted.

"If the fabrics are truly not to your liking, I do have some bowties already made, I can easily change the color." And maybe charm it to change back to something garish right when he least expected it to. That might teach him.