Beren had been ready for awhile, though it was more because he wasn't very fashionably literate, and it was usually easier for a guy to pick things out. Still, he felt he would look presentable if he was going to an illegal auction house or something. The jacket looked somewhat like a frock coat, though he imagined it looked noticeably nicer about ten years ago. It was taupe in color, and he had to shake it fervently to get the dust off of it. Underneath it was a beige button down, and an old leather belt held trousers he felt appropriate, with dark shoes. He had tried his best to fix his hair in the changing room mirror and it had what he imagined might be a rakish quality, but he had been wrong before. 

Despite his misgivings, he was a jokester at heart. 

He didn't step out, he [i]slid[/i] out into the hall with the most ridiculous plumed hat, colored a loud pink, atop his head. "What do you think?" He asked without skipping a beat, winking. Though after he got his laugh out of her, he took the hat off and fixed his hair yet again, tossing the hat onto the closest pile of clothes. 

"Seriously though, I feel like this is the best this store has. Though I think I look like I'm about to sell snake oil." He told her with a raised eyebrow, turning around for her with his hands out. It was at that moment he was able to process how she looked, and he gave a suggestive whistle. She filled the dress it wonderfully, and he felt the unheated store had grown a bit hotter. Still, played it cool, so he instead asked a very prudent question. "Where did you get such good looking clothes?"