Bast tilted her head at the rack, running a hand down a navy blue pair then stretching her fingers out in front of it, looking at the colours together and pursing her lips. "Hmm, maybe... the redhead and I've got very different markings, though."

She patted his arm. "It's okay, sweetie. Guys weren't fantastic at this kinda thing in my day. You don't have to pretend, if you don't want."

It really wasn't meant as any mind of insult. Cats have no tact.