The teaching bit gave Atton - ex-Sith, yes, but a part of him would always believe in some of the central philosophical tenets, which might have fed into why he had been such a mediocre Jedi - pause. He eyed her.

"You can't convince me he came to you all 'hey Summer, I'd like to improve my fancy dress game, can you teach me how'," he said. "I've seen him around. He just does whatever you want him to do." He waved a hand at Stark. "And you've been dressing him for long enough that now he knows how you want him to dress. Congrats."