[That gets an look just for the sheer imagery Guy is trying to conjure.]

Extraordinarily interesting. You should see the colour of some other persons about. Blue as the sky, green as the United Irishmen, bright as some of the maquillage ladies favour.

[At least now he has a description. He'll ask Anthony about it later.

Tenderly, he skates toward Julian and drapes the scarf over his neck to hang down over his shoulders. He'll let the poet wrap it himself.]