Oh. Okay. He wasn't married to the lighthearted tone, or anything, so having it go unnoticed... that's Okay.

"I... suppose so." That is a valid enough point, he'll give her that much. He takes the sash into both of his hands, pulling it somewhat experimentally between them, as though to kind of test out its properties. Feels like a regular old piece of fabric for now, perhaps it wouldn't be too tough to destroy. With that in mind, he straightens himself back up.

"I'm not really interested in keeping it," so unless she is, and he somehow doubts that, then plan B could, perhaps, be enacted.