So discerning that I even keep a list, sorted by color.

[Another jest? Or is he being serious this time? He'll not say.

Ardyn follows, still wearing the jacket that belongs to the store, since his own is safely tucked around Grell's arm for now. Like a lost puppy following around a potential new owner, if only the metaphor didn't sound so ridiculous when applied to a man like Professor Izunia.]

Don't tell me you don't have your own collection of scarves for the cold winter months?