Eliot's surprised by his quick reply, though perhaps he shouldn't be. He smiles, eyebrows raised a little, as Jack rattles on about clothing as a language, and feels quite pleased to be acquainted with such an intellectual. Despite the gulf of time and, as Jack says, the difference in dialect, they can hold a conversation just fine.
"Well," he says, once it's become clear Jack's gotten a little overwhelmed by it all, "on a purely practical level it's a matter of...pants or trousers or whatever you call them--breeches?--they're generally cut more snug than what you're accustomed to, and wearing something like a boxer short underneath would just bunch up and be terribly uncomfortable." Eliot finds a pack and holds it up with a little grimace before putting it back. "Plus they're a bit old-fashioned these days, and even if your partner's the only person who'll see them, you probably still want to look, you know, cool."
"As for myself..." Eliot hmms and searches out some higher-end boxer briefs, handing Jack the package when he's found them. "So these are a blend of cotton and modal, which is a lovely fiber extracted from birch bark, and they are just..obscenely soft, trust me."
He looks Jack over, trying to get a read on the style, but it is, indeed, inscrutable to him beyond 'obviously a pirate.' Lots of layers, plenty of patterns and detailing, but he can't tell how much of Jack's dishevelment might be intentional without a baseline frame of reference. "All right, so if we consider what your clothes say, if you can teach me what you're saying with this, then I can help...translate that to a modern cognate, to continue the metaphor. Or perhaps we don't necessarily need to? It's a different society, you might not need or want to send the same message, as you do in a place where you're you know, risking death and committing daring crimes on the high seas." Eliot grins at the thought. Jack might not be planning on engaging in robbery while in Darrow but if he did, he'd likely want to look the part.
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"Well," he says, once it's become clear Jack's gotten a little overwhelmed by it all, "on a purely practical level it's a matter of...pants or trousers or whatever you call them--breeches?--they're generally cut more snug than what you're accustomed to, and wearing something like a boxer short underneath would just bunch up and be terribly uncomfortable." Eliot finds a pack and holds it up with a little grimace before putting it back. "Plus they're a bit old-fashioned these days, and even if your partner's the only person who'll see them, you probably still want to look, you know, cool."
"As for myself..." Eliot hmms and searches out some higher-end boxer briefs, handing Jack the package when he's found them. "So these are a blend of cotton and modal, which is a lovely fiber extracted from birch bark, and they are just..obscenely soft, trust me."
He looks Jack over, trying to get a read on the style, but it is, indeed, inscrutable to him beyond 'obviously a pirate.' Lots of layers, plenty of patterns and detailing, but he can't tell how much of Jack's dishevelment might be intentional without a baseline frame of reference. "All right, so if we consider what your clothes say, if you can teach me what you're saying with this, then I can help...translate that to a modern cognate, to continue the metaphor. Or perhaps we don't necessarily need to? It's a different society, you might not need or want to send the same message, as you do in a place where you're you know, risking death and committing daring crimes on the high seas." Eliot grins at the thought. Jack might not be planning on engaging in robbery while in Darrow but if he did, he'd likely want to look the part.