Darling, normal people don't have things they wouldn't mind getting blood on, [ he says with a crinkled nose, as if he's in any way 'normal'. Still, he hops off of the bed and crouches on the floor, digging through his pack for his least flattering outfit. The idea that Iorveth will see him in his least flattering outfit is horrifying, but he'll have to make do. He'd steal from Gale again if he weren't lurking around.

As he searches, he pauses contemplatively. ]

Mm, but I suppose blood stains are a sort of statement piece.

[ In a way. He fishes out a leather jerkin and his most worn pair of pants, standing and shedding his current clothing before slipping his new, less fashionable outfit on. ]

And the gods know I look good in crimson.