He sits there and considers, head cocked to one side as he mulls it over. "I'll go with you. I'm getting restless, anyway." Anakin makes a displeased face, picking at the light fabric. It doesn't suit him in the least and never has. It gets dirty too fast.

"I've been told they'd prefer we don't get other attire, but I don't see that sticking for long." Mostly meaning that he doesn't plan to.