"She'll adore you and spoil you rotten if you do. Surely 1910 wasn't so long ago for you, you undoubtedly have something in your wardrobe," Alastor chuckled, finally leading them out of the hotel room they'd been loitering in.

"I'll even do you a favor and not bring up the curtains to her, lest she sweet-talks you into taking endless bolts of skull motif fabric for curtains instead," he added airily - truly, how magnaaaanimous he was being!