Ren took the clothes with a nod, glancing down at them briefly. But it didn't really matter what sort of things Tristian wanted him to wear. He'd try on the outfits regardless. Without saying anything, he found his way to the dressing room and started with the outfit on top, matching the lacy button up with its pants. The fit wasn't perfect, feeling snug around his broader shoulders and loose against his stomach, but it was close. He blinked in the mirror, thinking some sort of statue blinked back. No, what he was was a model. Returning to the work space, Ren stood in front of Tristian for him to see. "Done."