"Oh Chris, you needn't hold back," he nudged the Mekhet with his elbow. "Say it like it is. The designers who came up with it clearly were not sober."
A mischievous gaze fell upon Vivian. Feigning a dramatic pose, "Oh dear," his eyes closed with a hand upon his forehead, "I have been defeated by your tenacity." He purposefully paused in silence. One eye opened with a playful smile, "I yield. I yield. I do not have her name. However, I will know her when I see her." A playful smile appeared. "My Muse is very fickle with communicating her desires."
Tossing the shirt onto his shoulder he entered the dressing room. A minute or so later on, he returned. Arms spread out accompanied by a "Taaadaaah!" Then looking to Chris with that same impish grin, "You're up next."