There's a sharp tsking sound from Alessandro and a broad wave of the hand. While he talks very verbosely with his hands, so far his gesturing has been very tightly controlled, as of he's being overly cautious about accidentally touching someone.

"Tartin. I suppose in the right setting. But only a little. I vastly prefer brocade and paisley. Modern garments are ever so drab. I don't know how they do it."

His attention is caught by the man's description of his ensemble. Finally! Someone with taste!! It's so refreshing. He's definitely writing that down.

"Oh yes. I have. It took me some time, but I've found a few tailors in the same predicament as us who make absolutely splendid ensembles. And a few shops besides. I would be happy to write down a list for you. You'll have a much easier time than I getting what you wish here. However, I will warm you, I've yet to find a decent haberdashery. Somewhere along the way, someone decided the well dressed gentleman didn't require top hats anymore. Mores the pity."