Trousers? Shirogane glanced back to the small wardrobe where he kept his effects. He tried to keep extras of everything, if only because one might never know what sort of emergency might spring up. "I believe so..." He would have turned to go retrieve them at that moment were Lyall not insisting upon fixing his cravat. Really, he felt that his getting the cravat looking that good while half asleep had to speak well for something; they'd never been of much importance in his life before. A man showing up in a gambling house with a poorly-done cravat often caused others to underestimate him, which was useful if the man with the sloppy cravat was planning on fleecing everyone else in the gambling house blind. Shirogane's purposeful sloppiness in that department had, unfortunately, become somewhat of an entrenched habit. He stepped forward to allow Lyall to fuss over it, privately thinking that if any piece of his wardrobe was most useless, the cravat was it.