[Oh God. August looks more than a little horrified as he reaches out to grip Rean by the shoulders.]

Rean. Rean, Rean, Rean. [A pause.] You look like someone took all the fashion of 19th century Europe, every generic "cool guy in a trenchcoat" Pinterest board--which you actually could probably pull off--stuck it in a blender, painted that unholy slurry on you, and you just let them. The only thing that is saving you is your good looks.

[It's a nice face.]

Also? You have a katana. A katana. And you're dressed like this.