[This old thing? The way the man says it makes it sound like it's just something he threw on, like he didn't put thought into what he was wearing. And given what it looked like on the guy, he doubted it. With a smile as if it wasn't of any consequence, he let his fingers reach out and oh so briefly touch the trailing scarf. For the briefest moment he let his shields down and reached for the material, asking it to tell him it's history. It meant his own clothes clamored for his attention but he was good at shunting that away.]

This was selected with care, only days ago, and while it's not out and out couture, it's definitely big name designer.

Me? I'm just high end boutique, but not that high end. And lacking the dreamy, romantic edge that pirate stories come with.

[Because he is giving the benefit of the doubt that the guy doesn't mean pirates in the South China Sea. Then he took the offered hand and was happy to shake it.]

David. I'd offer my last name but you didn't give yours. Unless you're like Cher and only go by one.