His hands lower as Dave answers, and really, he can't begrudge him the question. Even if he disagrees about the all press thing. He steps back and looks him over, serious and critical, from head to toe.

"Stupid, but only regular kind. I can't offer real fashion critique and Kanaya's not here, but my eyes have yet to flee their sockets in horror, and you look better than I did last time. Your jacket's better than these dumb pants I'm in." He pats at his thighs where the tan material fits loose. "You're fine. If she likes you she'll like it."