Neil cannot help the face he's making, the one that's caught between exasperation and amusement. "I think you mean for an emperor wearing his new clothes," he retorts.

What an apt fairy tale to this damn scenario. Neil rolls his eyes at the thought before accepting the set of clothes held out for him. He shakes out each article before carefully slipping them on--undergarments first before moving onto the shirt and the pants.

Overall, they fit pretty well for something taken off of a merchant. "Not bad," Neil states, looking down at his new duds.