[Regis sounds amused, Cor is more... resigned. He's never liked this sort of thing. So much of his youth he'd simply dragged on whatever rags he could find that having a uniform provided for him upon joining the Crownsguard was a relief. After that he'd used it as an excuse to not have to make these sort of decisions himself. With Mors' obsession with reputation it was just easier to stay in uniform.

Eventually... he just didn't see the point.

Now suddenly he was expected to be responsible for his own wardrobe and finances weren't really a concern (nor had they been in Insomnia) but it still goes against his nature to spend money on something so frivolous.]

Yellow? Are you mad?

[Do they look like Amicitias?

He lets Regis tug him along looking more concerned by the moment. It's a vest, of course it's a vest, and Cor immediately frowns a little harder.]

He chooses to forget, I think. And that is far to formal for me.

I daresay it would look good on you, Majesty.