Time to make an immediate b-line to that suitcase, tossing it on the bed to begin rifling through it shamelessly. To his credit he doesn't actually turn his nose up at any of it, no matter how worn the shirt or jeans, looking over each with the critical eye of an appraiser brought delicate family treasures to prove their worth.

Then again each time he's finishes he just tosses the offending article of clothing to the side in a big pile that seems a little too much like a 'toss' pile in organizing. The band tshirts do get more attention, apparently charmed by the history of them and how they proudly display Daniel's taste in that way Daniel's era seems to adore. Armand found the business rather tacky at first, wearing billboards across their chests, but it's grown on him in the way tacky things tend to.

Like his fledging, as it turns out. He makes a mental note to call Daniel tacky sometime in the future just to see his reaction, before he drops the shirt and sits on the bed, phone back at the ready. He picks up a pair of socks with similar fascination before they get tossed aside too.

"You really should have formal wear prepared in case of unexpected business on trips such as this, Daniel," Armand tuts. "That is fine, I know your measurements. Have you ever owned a tuxedo? I admit I find them quite charming, are they outdated yet?"