"Bit first come, first served." He is about ready to just throw the clothes on the ground since it seems most people are just leaving and so he feels like a bit of an ass still toting around a pile of clothes.

Again, anything for a bit.

"There is a red silk dress I have to give to a pretty, though." Nero chimes. "Perhaps you saw her? Eponine? She's a real lovely one." The elf sings her praises; he likes how she is and likes how ready she was to blame someone else for a murder she wants to commit. So long as she took her dues for having plunged the knife in, he can only laugh at what she does to protect her "good" name.

"I don't think she'll come with me, though. I guess I'm just not lovable enough for anyone but you, Martin."