Jack follows Eliot into the next section, curious about all of the options here. Nearly every shirt has a collar, even those wrapped up in plastic packaging. He nods to what Eliot has to say, and walks a little further, looking at the ones that aren't wrapped. They are definitely shirts, but not much about them is particularly familiar. He pushes a row of shirts back on the rack to take a better look at one. It's very white. The fabric is strange, but not as strange as the stretchy trousers had been.

"Buttons..." He trails his hand down the placket, then lifts his hand to pull up the edge of the collar and look under it. No buttons there, where he might have expected them. "Huh. Attached."

The strangest thing is the length of the shirts. He runs his hand down the length of the shirt, frowning at the hem before finally looking back up at Eliot. "Why are they all so short?"

"Is there..." He hums in consideration. "Doesn't that get uncomfortable? To each their own, but I personally would prefer something soft between my cock and the rest of the world. Or..." He looks back down at the shirt, considering it." Is there another layer that goes under this? Hosiery?" Eliot did mention underwear, maybe that's what he was referring to.