"Perfectly acceptable, I should think." He'd started, "It's, what did Crystal call it? Retro?" He shook his head then, "Certainly more in line with modern fashions than myself, anyway."

His brow creased at the way Charles froze, worried for a moment that it might be some kind of side-effect of what was happening, shifting himself around forward on the couch so he could follow Charles' line of sight, giving a quiet, "Oh. I see." When he caught sight of their reflections as well, which, he supposed, was some kind of side-effect to being living again.