The coat is definitely one of a kind- the embroidery is obviously all done by hand, and to a tailor's expert eye the fabrics and thread all seem to be hand spun, hand woven. If not for the unfortunate mess, it otherwise looked to be well-cared for.

"Oh thank you, darling." He didn't seem to be moving away from those moving fingers, not bothered by the idea of touch, but he understood the shift of attention towards the injuries. Though he did have to look a bit confused at the next comment. "A marker though? I'm not sure what an iou has to do with tattoos though..."

"Mollymauk Tealeaf unfortunately hasn't secured lodgings yet." He admitted with a laugh and a smile towards Harley. "You can call me Molly though. All my friends do." With or without the salve, Molly seems used to toughing through pain, but he definitely relaxes faintly at the salve's effect. Which is a good thing given the mess that the injury was. His back wasn't too bad, but his front would need stitches. His attention was drawn by the conversation, brows furrowing faintly as he tilted his head. "Oh but surely that's too much. I've got the gold, there's no trouble there..."

He wasn't going to argue too hard if Harley insisted- but he also didn't want to just not offer to pay either. A wry huff at the assessment of the shirt, but he couldn't argue that it would be miles better to do what Alex was suggesting. "You're a doll, Alex. Whatever you think would look best, I submit to your clearly lovely sense of style."