[He sips briefly, the most bite-sized bit of contemplation, before there's an exhale that's not quite a sigh and not quite a laugh but something in between this time. He holds that glance for a moment.]

I suppose I can be gracious this time and thank the tailor.

[--and then returns to swirling his drink in a smooth motion, turning over the rest of their words in a haze that is only the slightest bit alcohol-tinged. It's hard to be firing on all cylinders after a day like today, and it's only going to get longer from here on out. More's the pity.]

... Are you saying you've become more discerning over the past twenty years, though? That would be something. [a quiet hum] And a bit of a pickle, of course.