"Those are thy azures and thy argents, ay?" asks Claudius, another thing Claudius gathered quickly from observing Lan Wangji. It makes it easy to plan future wedding wear. For now, Claudius thinks of darker clothes, warmer hues, and pulls from his wardrobe a black jacket with a folded collar and pleated skirt, a golden serpent winding over its shoulder. Or and sable are Sagramore's colors, but Claudius finds himself rather fond of them. "I do like layers," he says admiringly. "What should I layer this with?"