"By all means," Natalia says. "Since he seems interested in other clothes of yours, it sounds like you've a good idea of where to take it."

She says this with her usual 'barely above a monotone' conversational patter, but then she's also clearly looking at the tux. She paces around it for a moment as if taking its measure before attacking.

But then, her own sartorial choices had been largely declared a disaster by all and sundry, so she'd keep her own counsel, for now.