Sage shrugged when the girl held up the fabric. "They all look the same to me I really don't care," he told the girl, though she'd already grabbed the trim and wandered off. He shot a look at Luther that was a sort of amused 'I told you so' kind of look. The shirt she picked out wasn't too fancy, and he was really fine with what she'd picked out, though the old lady hummed and wandered over to face him and stuck her face close to his, moving the hair out of his face and staring into his face as if examining every detail. He kind of just blinked, surprised and kind of confused. She released him, only to shove her tools at him to hold and wandered off with Anya, where she squinted at the silver and hummed doubtfully before pointing out a gold lining, claiming it would bring out his eyes more, and the two women started debating gold or silver and what kind of dark color would look best. Sage kind of set the tools down and slowly edged away towards Luther slowly, as if in an attempt to just leave.

Anya looked at the gold lining with a slightly cocked head before nodding at the idea of it. She liked the idea of a slightly warmer colour to lining for him... she did like the silver, but the gold made him seem more inviting in a way. She hummed as she wandered over towards a slightly darker shade of gold, one that'd match the almost black they'd picked out. It had a slightly more blue tint to it, but you weren't likely to notice unless you really looked. Soon enough, the two settled on the two colours and fabrics before looking towards the shirt pattern she'd picked. "She loves all this," Luther murmured as he watched the two women decide on what would go where. "She'd never admit it though," he chuckled in amusement before giving a bit of a grin. "So you're not really going to get much of a say in all of this. Not unless you ask specifically," he snickered as Sage slipped towards him.

Sage chuckled slightly and shook his head. "At this point, as long as they don't dress me up like some sort of giant diamond, I'll be fine with anything," he half joked. He'd just have to trust that Anya knew he didn't like drawing attention to himself and try to incorporate that into...whatever they were doing. "It would be worse to argue with them," he admitted in a slightly amused tone of voice. "It's probably safer just to go along with whatever they say," he chuckled, nodding his head at the many scissors and knives and needles the old woman had stacked everywhere on her desk. He knew nothing bad was actually going to happen, but with his luck, he wouldn't rule anything out. He was really just joking though, and was more than ok to stand around and joke with Luther until they needed him again.

"Probably," he snickered lightly, "you'll be alright. Anya knows you well enough not to make you stand out like a sore thumb. She'd done that to me anyways, so trust that she won't do that to you," he complained, wrinkling his nose in thought. His outfit was pretty much just dark red... he'd look good, but it was definitely a lot. He could already tell the outfit they were designing for Sage was more low-key. After a little while, the old woman walked up to Sage with a notepad with a sketch of the outfit that she and Anya had discussed, along with colours and ideas that'd replace anything he didn't like too much. Anya was stood just next to her with a big grin. "What'd you think?" She asked excitedly, "we can square the shoulders off and change a couple bits and bobs, but I think you'd look good," she murmured, her eyes bright as she waited for his reply to it.

Sage peeked at the sketch, more out of politeness than anything, but he had to admit it did look like something he could manage to wear. He gave Anya a thumbs-up and a shrug. "Looks fine to me," he told the girl, giving her a grin. "I'll have you know you've just done the impossible, getting me into formal clothing," he chuckled slightly. Then he pointed at the girl. "And it's never happening again so take it while you can," he joked, keeping his face in a sort of playfully stern look. Really, he was pretty curious to see how this would all turn out, though he would never admit it. But the design did look good...of course, that just meant they'd be coming back here often the next two weeks, but he supposed he could deal with it. And Anya was pretty excited about it, which was nice to see. But right now, he was getting antsy about Atticus...the boy would be waking up soon, and he didn't want him to just...lay there crying until he came back for him.

Anya grinned and gave a bit of a bounce when the boy approved of their design, giving the old tailor a bit of a nod. The woman smiled and wandered off with the little notebook before grabbing the fabrics they'd agreed to set aside. "You're not in it yet," Anya chuckled softly, "But it'll be a day to remember when you are," the girl hummed before starting to walk towards the front again. They'd probably be back every few days, or maybe they'd get the tailor to come over to the castle... Luther still had to get his outfit adjusted, too. Anya waited at the counter to discuss appointments with the tailor before spinning around and grabbing the white box with her dress in it. "Ready to go?" She asked lightly, a look of pure delight painted across her face from the knowledge that Sage maybe, could get in the outfit they'd figured out. She was exited about the whole thing, and she wasn't making the effort to hide it.

Sage couldn't help but blush when Anya hummed out her first comment..he could tease the girl about liking his physical appearance without any issues, but when it actually happened, like now, it just got him flustered. Luckily, the girl had already bounced off, though he wasn't sure if Luther could see the red splashed across his face or not. He flopped his hair back in his face hurriedly just in time for Anya to spin around again. He'd barely managed to nod before the girl had grabbed him and ran off again, though at least this time it was out of the little shop instead of into it. He knew she was...very excited about the whole thing, and it was nice to see. But, he ran along with her mainly because that meant he could get back to Att quicker. He doubted that the girl could sprint the entire way back to the castle, but it was something at least. Luther would have more issues running along with them, but he'd catch up once the girl slowed down. He was a bit more suited to long-distance running than sprinting, which was a bit of an amusing thought.

Anya pottered back towards the castle, absent-mindedly dragging Sage along with her... Luther had given up running a while back and was just wandering along with the guard. Anya stopped running eventually and was kind of just walking hand in hand with the boy, the white box under her arm. She still had a slight smile on her face, though it was a bit dimmed. She did know he wanted to get back to Att, and now that her little designing episode was over, she was a bit worried about him. She didn't want the baby to lay there crying his eyes out, so she did want Sage to get back to him... And she expected Sage would want to get back to the boy. "Do you think Att will still be sleeping? You've been gone for a little while," she murmured thoughtfully before cocking her head and giving a smile, "Or do you reckon he's sat there giggling to himself?" she mused with her own little giggle.

Sage was more than content to jog along behind the girl until she slowed down, though he did keep up a faster-paced walk so he could get back to Att as soon as humanly possible. He let out a chuckle at Anya's comment and shook his head. "I have no idea. As long as he's not wailing and disturbing the entire castle, I don't particularly care," he admitted good-naturedly. He bumped the girl with his side playfully and grinned. "Wouldn't want people to want him gone before he's been here for a whole 24 hours," he joked, though there was some truth to it. He wasn't going to think too much about it, or he'd just drive himself crazy, just as he wasn't even going to ask Anya when they had to go back to the tailor's...she could handle the schedule if she was gonna drag him down there. Though, he did trust the fact that he'd look good in whatever they had come up with. By the time they got back to the castle he kind of jogged back to the room. He didn't hear the baby wailing, which was a good thing, but he did hear a rather suspicious noise coming from behind the door. He slammed the door open, fully expecting to have to fight something off tooth and nail, and was shocked when Att's head popped up from behind the couch with a giggle. The boy had somehow gotten out of his crib and trashed the room...he had something in his mouth, too, and Sage stood there shocked for a moment before swooping into the room and grabbing the lad. "Don't eat that, That's nasty," he scolded the boy just like he would have scolded a child of his own. He probably sounded like some kind of over protective mother right about then as he complained to the child about eating unknown objects, but whatever. Anya probably found it amusing, but he supposed she had better things to tease him about if she wanted to tease.

Anya followed Sage along at a slightly slower pace, so when she turned into the room, she was a little bit shocked to find it a mess. Or, rather more amused at the sight. Atticus was still giggling in his arms. She'd caught the end of Sage's scolding, and Anya could do was chuckle at the sight. She walked in, shutting the door behind her and placing the dress on the side table before wandering over. "Silly thing," she chuckled before tapping the boy on the nose with a type of grin, but not before patting Sage on the shoulder. She didn't look at him, though. "Is mommy Sage being overprotective," she asked in a stupid voice before chuckling and wandering over to sit on the couch. She did have a slight smile on her face as she sat and fiddled with her nails for a few moments, watching the two with a still amused expression. "Did he make all this mess?" She murmured as she looked around, her brows slightly furrowed. "Little man has some energy," she snickered teasingly.