Ah, his coat? He glances back at it, makes a vaguely dismissive hand gesture before turning to pace into the kitchen. The selection of herbal teas has so far disappointment Wrathion, but he does have a few that are tolerable.

"One of my own pieces. The choices here are... limited, so I had to work with what I could find in town. I hope to improve on it as time allows."

After all, he could hardly allow Huaisang to believe that was his best work. That would be insulting.