He's every bit as passionate as he has come to expect from Italians. It's utterly charming familiarity in this place of very unfamiliar things. He's feeling better already. "I must say, I dearly look forward to seeing what you pull off, when you're allowed to dress yourself, that is."

He peers at the list scribbled on the sleeve. It's legible. He'll be able to use it. "I really must thank you again. It's good to know that when I leave this party, I'll have somewhere I can trust for my habiliment."

It is a pity about the barber. It will be one of his first true quests, outside of the business of trying to figure out what's holding him here and if he can escape, of course. "Consider me on the case. That would be very generous of you. Between the two of us, we shall simply have to project enough fashion sense to cover the entire city. Not the worst task I've ever had. As for where I've been, Soho." His beam is pure delight.