Ossie is ... nice. Formal enough Dimitri doesn't feel self-conscious about his own mannerisms; friendly enough that he doesn't stiffen up about it. A comfortable -- a comforting presence. Even knowing Ossie has all the combat-readiness of a lace napkin, something about his company lets Dimitri forget, for a moment, to be afraid of attack.

'Safe'. That's the word. He feels safe.

"It's, ah ... " He's still embarrassed though. "A while back I got a shipment of clothing from Sundries. One of the outfits was a woman's dress, in the style of home. In. In my measurements." Now very, very pink, he clears his throat. "I'd wondered why, but I've long since stopped trying to guess why anything comes through Sundries ... and given the nature of the, the event, I thought it might be worth bringing over."