[ pls pretend my tag wasn't littered with embarrassing typos if only his face was more... cooperative. though the wish to return this gentleman's smile is there, experience has taught ingo that it doesn't necessarily translate to action.

so, he tries to compensate with an extra helping of enthustiasm, hanging both shirts on one finger so he can get his coat out of the way to estimate the fit. ]

That is most kind of you, sir! However, I would— [ catching sight of the wings gives him pause, because that is not something he's ever seen before. like those of a noctowl, yet attached to a human. even if he catches himself fairly quickly to avoid being rude about a feature that may be perfectly normal to his current company, once again sporting that owlish stare in combination with the notable pause might give him away.

he clears his throat. ] That is to say, I would not wish to impose further on you, especially in a place of such bizarre dimensions. Perhaps you might be willing to show me where that section is?

[ indeed, ingo happens to be on the thin side, with fairly narrow shoulders. his coat is spacious enough to lend credence to the notion that he's wider than he actually is, but as soon as he shrugs out of it and drapes the garment over his arm, it becomes clear that he's very twinky slender. even before he holds up a shirt to his frame, it's looking like it might be a little baggy on him.

maybe comedically so. he just figured the least he could do was check to make sure. ]