Biffy smiled innocently and pulled up the hem of his shirt to show only the smooth expanse of his skin from navel to the band of his trousers. Not a corset in sight. "I would never so loudly criticize something that might very well be on my own person." At least not a waistcoat.

Poison, perhaps, but that was another matter altogether.

"It's an easy fix, at least. We've got a tailor in-house to properly adjust any clothes."