"Your dog has told me that," Ravi deadpans, though he thinks that he's grown as a person in that he's standing here worried about his clothes instead of on his knees petting the dog and ignoring Kira wholeheartedly. He reaches out for the fabric with relief, adjusting them so that he sort of looks vaguely senatorial, spinning like he's on the catwalk. "Well? Who wore it better?"

"Me, or the depressed girl who just got broken up with and is now watching Legally Blonde for the tenth time," he quips.