[Because it's not gentlemanly for him to just be wearing white cotton shorts. Oh, and that nasty bruise on his chest isn't exactly pretty, either. Plus, Dist's really self conscious. But anyway, he dresses quickly, and grunts as he puts his red undershirt on over his sore wings. Damn, he really was going to have them tailored. How bothersome. When he emerges, Dist smiles sheepishly.]

My apologies, I didn't mean to cut you off. I-I just...ah, i-it was rather impolite of me to be dressed in s-such a manner when conversing.