Mm. You too. [It's as close as he'll get to acknowledging that he looks alright, because- well, dressing up just isn't his thing, generally. He'd usually describe his attire as formal rather than nice.

But whatever, that's nitpicking, something he's never been a fan of. He steps out of the house without flourish, shutting the door behind himself and gesturing forward so they can start walking. He doesn't know where they're going, so he'll let her lead the way.]

It's sensible this way- probably not so in the way all the time. How did you manage to braid all of that?