Clue recalled the briefest of phases, when he was a lot smaller, of wishing his True Family would reveal themselves and be some romantical ideal. But a harsh childhood had kicked that kind of fanciful hope out of him promptly; he had long discovered that he was nothing of worth. A nobody. And that gave him the kind of freedom that certain well-connected people lacked. There were no great expectations weighing him down, and he could live alone, in the great cold ocean. An island.

"Okay..." he replied a little standoffishly, not enjoying the concept of a tailor coming here to lavish attention on him. Clue had already had enough attention, what with Valenduris's whole family out to greet him. Then, remembering his manners, he said "thank you, professor", getting to his feet and finally allowing himself to wonder about the astonishing Summer that lay ahead.

OOC: Fade? :)