"You kissed it better and everything, Harley you are an absolute dream." If she wasn't resistant, he'd catch her hand to give a light kiss to her knuckles in a maybe exaggerated display of gallantry to earn a laugh from her, but if not he'll just turn the gesture to an equally theatrical bow instead.

"People helping other people, a lovely thing to hear that, clearly the way it should be." Not just a flippant agreement that, if there was one thing Molly was staunchly about in his travels it was that a person should leave a place better than they found it, even if it was just leaving one more person smiling there than had been when they'd arrived.

"Is it really flattery if I'm just being honest?" Molly teased as Alex spoke up, giving the tailor a wink. "I mean I flatter easily but at the same time this isn't just that, it's clearly no wonder a woman of such discerning tastes as Harley here comes to you for her fashion needs."

"As for preferences, I've a couple spare shirts so this one doesn't have to be as 'practical' as the old one." As practical as any of his clothing was, his wry smirk said. Which even with the ostentatious patterns and colors, his clothing was more practical than initial gloss might suggest, Alex was certainly a skilled enough tailor to see that little hint in things. "Maybe something bright, in a nice silk. And no worries about where your inspiration comes from, creativity is creativity and will surely show through no matter that it might be something new. And besides that, new can be fun!"

Molly liked his clothes and style but also wasn't about to hinder an artist at work, that was a way to get something that wasn't nearly as wonderful as it could be. "An artist has to eat, just like the rest of us lesser mortals." He replied in an amused assurance. "Not to mention fine fabrics like these don't come cheap."