[ He aims a finger at her, echoing her smirk, taking the teasing all in good nature. ]

You just met me and you did not find that pot on our short walk here, so I doubt I specifically played into your plans anywhere. However, sacrifices should probably be made on account of their already questionable fashion sense.

[ With the somewhat cocky air of a person who knows he would probably still look at least halfway attractive in just about anything, Sylvain reaches out and plucks the monstrosity she'd found out of her hand and deposits it on his head. Completely backwards, on purpose. ]

Of course, with me being this accommodating and all, I feel like I should be asking you to model the blanket toga in exchange.