While Thranduil undoubtedly chose this seamstress because she is an elf (and, the Outsider muses, perhaps required to charge less for it -- there is, after all, quite a bit of racism in Thedas), the Outsider finds that he appreciates the choice as well. The elves have endured, and he likes them far more in general than he likes humans, especially those members of the public and those in positions of power. To have such blatant passive-aggression leveled at him by a human while having to stand still for hours would likely end poorly for everyone involved.

It isn't as though he doesn't appreciate the skill level involved, or that Thranduil is doing this for him. It truly is just that it is new, something he has never once experienced. It's interesting and he wants to observe, which is difficult when one is supposed to be standing still so as to not get poked with any needles.

And, well. Yes. Standing still for hours is oddly exhausting.

"Yes," he agrees, almost absently; Anais does do lovely work. It is perhaps a bit wasted on him, but at least she and her assistant hadn't screamed in fright or anything at the sight of him. He focuses further at the question, frowning softly in thought.

"I enjoy the jackets." Yes, all of them. "But the shirt that has fabric with color that seems to change as the light catches it- that is rather entrancing to look at." Beat. "And soft."