"Unfortunately." Alabaster dug around in the shopping bag for a moment and located a t-shirt (it wasn't a complete loss of Saga's paycheck. He'd selected short sleeved shirts as much as possible). Not about to strip of his shirt in the presence of a lady, he relocated to the bathroom and emerged shortly, having toweled off and changed. It was a somewhat awkward being able to go around without his usual concealing coat sleeves in the presence of another person, and while she hadn't made any remark about it earlier, he'd be lying if he told himself he wasn't a little self-conscious.

Rather than dwell on that, though, he took up the scissors and began cutting the sleeves off the now-ruined shirt.