[ Would gold look good on him? Maybe. There's only one way to find out. ]

What is it? [ As she taps her chin, walks up to him, circles him front to back, Ragna gives himself a personal onceover. It's less about being self-conscious or annoyed and more about genuinely wondering if he's missed something. Which he voices out of a more genuine curiosity. ] Is it the colour? Is the coat too long? I thought—

[ Suddenly, she's standing in front of him and telling him exactly what needs to be done! One end of his shirt gets gently tugged as those mismatched red and green eyes of his blink with a broadened curiosity to them. Moulded as she pleases, tugged gently one way and then the next. ]

Oh, uh...thanks for catching that...

[ It's equal parts embarrassing as it is endearing?? As well as he can dress himself, he knows that Weiss in contrast was far more of a perfectionist. That and he did ask if he was date ready. Just as a faint smile slips on his face once more, she starts tugtugging on his coat. ]

What, the jacket? [ Sparing a glance down at himself and the deep red hue, he lazily shrugs before lifting his arms just enough so that the material can come sliding on down. ] Sure, but, is the colour off?

[ No. But it's coming off, Wagna. :) ]