"Why, thank you," Xelloss preened, straightening it a bit and picking off an invisible piece of lint. "I picked it out myself. It does look good on me, doesn't it?"

Which was a huge series of lies, but what was a little lying between old friends? Xelloss looked over Zelgadis with closed eyes and critically raised eyebrows, his lips puckering together. "Did you pick that out yourself, as well? It's very... layered. I had never thought of yellow as your color."