César won't ham it up further, but he's pleased to see that his words made their mark.

Magne's assessment gets a nod. "You know? A poet's collar is a very good idea. And the vest color. I'll have to keep those in mind when I save up the cash."

He takes another drink and relaxes back into his chair. "... oh, a vest like that would look excellent on you. We could be vest friends!"

Unfortunately, the local language has been stated as close to English by Word of God, so Magne gets to suffer. César only holds his cool for a moment before he snorts out laughter.