Date night...? [He repeats, with quiet wonder, as if he missed the memo. His ears redden. Affixing a label to something they’ve done before changes it in a way he can’t explain, and he can feel that same excitement running through him like a current.]

...yes, you are right. And that being the case, I must prepare.

[He looks down at himself, adjusting his robe with a tug.]

It simply would not do to celebrate a special occasion in my current state of dress.