It suits me? Have you grown so used to me in a state of undress that this would become passable attire?

Anyway, I believe the smith will not grow too irate as long as I continue my posing, but...

[He looks over at the crier, starting to do some low to the ground, side-to-side stretches. An inferior pair of panties would have seen a testicle fall out right about now.]

Actually, could you do me a favor? If you see anyone I might know could you redirect them before they might see me? [There was a withering edge on the word "someone"- implying a certain two someones who would be particularly awful candidates to walk right up right now.]