He smiled broadly at Raylan's approval. At the question, he looked down at it. "Oh, maybe. I wonder if it'd be itchy." He rolled back one of the sleeves and pressed it to his neck. "Seems like it'd be okay," he observed. "I'm going to take it." He gestured towards the racks he'd come from. "You don't need any lumberjack sized clothes do you?" he asked. As he turned, he spotted a rack with sweatpants. His eyes widened slightly and he gravitated over there, shuffling through it.