He'll indicate to his wardrobe for the black, as an unspoken joke.

"You weren't," though his petulant look was more towards the elevator walls than anything else. He hates having to settle. "I was trying to bring it somewhere larger, or more fun."

Ah, but then there goes the white wrap that had been around the younger man, to be discarded to some poor corner in the square space. There really wasn't much for him to strip though, unlike Mr Trenchcoat, and all these other layers going on. "You're easy enough on the eyes, after all. It'd be an easier sight without all those extra clothes, but it's a start."