Jack feels at a loss, not entirely sure how to respond. He doesn't understand most of what Eliot is even talking about, or why he's so adamant about something that Jack had figured would eventually sort itself out. It seems like if he keeps saying no Eliot will only hound him on the subject further, so he nods.

"If you like." He returns to the changing room and puts on the jeans instead of his linen breeches. He prefers the other pants, but his boots will only fit over the legs of the jeans. To this, he adds the blue shirt that Eliot had picked out for him and tucks it in. His belt he has to sling around his hips and he takes a moment to make sure that his dagger won't be clattering to the ground before he throws his old coat over the top.

With the tags from what he's wearing in hand, along with the rest of the items and what he had been wearing, Jack makes his way to a checkout. It'd do some good to have a bag to carry the bulk so far.

That done, they head in the direction of outerwear.