Part of him expected to bring his arm away covered in a gaudy orange or something equally as tasteless, but he doesn't. Modification magics were not one of the ones he had taken to learning, not yet, but now looking himself over, clothing done up in something almost handsome, he felt he could consider it if he stayed on the grounds long enough.

"So it is." He lifts his hand, looking down the length of his sleeve, across to the other, then down to his half skirt, ignoring the pale of his tail coiling out from under it. "I think I may look into this side of this world's magic one day."

Finally, he looks back to the woman, offering a smile that might almost be considered kind. "Thank you. It seems there does exist someone else in this world who has an appreciation for the decent things that don't cause eye sores."