[ The worry in his chest eases a little. The feeling is strange, new, but not wholly unwelcome. He is a thirteen hundred year old practical immortal, and yet apparently worrying over one's significant other's parents is something he is not immune to.

Looping an idle arm about Eun's waist, he takes in a breath and nods. ] I may trade the shirt for this one instead.

[ He reaches over to present an alternative: simple cotton shirt with shorter sleeves, in a deep tan that compliments his skin tone. ]

And as for the dinner? What might be appropriate for that?

[ She is welcome to note that his attention has turned to his silk shirts. Something a little more dressed up, but that would not look out of place against dark or black jeans. ]

Since we will be moving around a lot, I think it would be best not to bring slacks. [ He wrinkles his nose. ] I am not up for ironing when we might not have the time given possible obligations as guests of your former pack.

[ "Former", because that is what they will be soon enough. ]