Outlandish as it is, it's not at all a threat the way the others are, and the suggestion works perfectly to diffuse some of the tension in him. He holds it out at arm's length and looks it over, chuckling softly. More importantly, relaxing. "I suppose I could," he allows.

In fact, why not? He takes off the leather jacket he has on, hangs it up neatly on the nearest curtain rod, and slips the Liberace cast-off off its hanger and onto his shoulders. "Well? What do you think?" he asks with a grin, holding his arms out to his sides.