Llewellyn could understand that, he definitely did not miss having to wear a uniform. The constable uniform was made of wool, an itchy dark wool... It was nice that he hadn't been a constable for long, being less use as one and more use as a detective it seemed.

He couldn't help but smile softly at that. "I am very lucky, for more than just benefiting from his tailor skills." Llewellyn wasn't sure he'd ever feel anything but lucky to know Rhy and to have gotten to share what they had. He was a soft man, and sentimental, but it was hard to not be when he'd lost everyone dear to him before he met Rhy. Couldn't even have been married in his own world. He felt like he belonged with someone, that he had a family again. "But I dare say you are certainly lucky for Ignis' cooking. He's very good, neither of us can even cook. Er- we're trying though."