Just because Harley was touching everything doesn't mean he knows which ones she was interested in. Alex was merely offering a suggestion of something he thought she might like based on their brief conversation and his general perception of her. He's glad to know he's on the right track, though!

"An aerial dancer? Now that is a profession I've yet to clothe someone for." He grins eagerly and immediately sweeps over the fabrics on his tables to see if he has anything else that might work well for her. Damn. This might require having her to the shop. Not that he minds in the least, of course, especially when she's taking his mannerisms and throwing them right back at him. This is going to turn into one of those jobs he magically exhausts himself with if it stays as exciting as it is now.

"How could I possibly have fabric in a color no one's dreamed to make yet?" He winks, then takes an all too obvious moment to look back and forth before leaning closer and lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I do have far more popping and shimmering fabrics back at my shop, and far more embellishments for them than I wanted to bring out here with me. I have plenty of translucent and iridescent lycra and spandex colors, too." His grin widens. "If nothing here is good enough for you, say the word and I'll happily show you my best."