[they both get A Look™ and he puts his back to the building because he will not be carried off by tweed and hipster bandits!!]

You shan't get me into anything tweed unless you're putting my corpse in a suit of it. [...a little overdramatic but fashion is serious business. or he just feels like pitching a fit for no reason.] If anything, the two of you should be listening to me. Dances are white tie occasions, are they not?