"Does it? I don't know a lot about these things, but it looked alright." He smirks quietly, but more in self-deprecation than anything else. He doesn't see himself the way Jacob does, probably won't ever. Not after a lifetime of evidence to the contrary.

But if even he can find someone who looks at him the way Jacob does, he must be doing something right.

A little squeeze to his wrist and his steps become a little more sure, for a time. "Suits you, though. You could look like a real gentleman." That smirk shifts a little as he leans close to his ear in a warm murmur.

"If I didn't know better."