"With some thread and buttons you could turn it into one of those old play suits from the 1950's pin ups?" He offered with a shrug as he moved oddly, through the house, dropping the boxes and bags on the table before on out the back door to sit on the much smaller porch. The purpose was no one passing would see him, and he doubted Circe was home right now. "And yes, they are. I was lucky to be put into a color I like." He admitted. "Dark Green favors for yours, but I know you like lighter colors. They may be baggy on you but feel free to wear anything of mine that will fit." It was a big deal. He was so picky about his things but, wasn't Kat one of his things? It counts.

He figured she'd follow him out and talk on. So he had left the door open for her and had spoke back in to her. He knew how to project his voice.

"I don't care about touch that much." He did but not to the extreme he had reacted to. "I cant even really give a reasoning besides fight or flight instincts going a bit to high. "I dont know why she thought that was acceptable in any sense." He grumbled some looking out at the back yard. "I should apologize to you for pulling you away from the party over my temper."