[Okay, he's a little relieved that he doesn't have to fiddle with the clasps anymore--why did he choose such secure clasps, anyways? It isn't as if he's the type obsessed with keeping his clothes on, after all. He does look up at Harlan curiously, though, with some amusement. Teleportation and healing without tools? It sounds fantastical. (And of course, summoning a blade out of thin air to stab and rot him is just as fantastical)]
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