[ castiel’s genuinely baffled at first, his feather capped head angling to the side with a confused frown. ]

Was I not supposed to?

[ quickly forgotten with the exclaimed approval, a small grin sneaks onto his face despite himself. cas ducks his head, spreading his arms out slightly and ducking his head to glance down over his outfit. such enthusiastic compliments aren't a thing he's accustomed to, but pride swells in him for a job well done. ]

Well, you gave very clear instructions, the tailors assured me they'd followed them as precisely as possible.

[ it's another personal victory when jaskier clearly approves of the hat, cas taking note of the angle it's meant to sit on his head and filing that information away for future haberdashery endeavors. yet it sits uneasy with him to have dean known to someone as a man with terrible words, cas giving a muted shake of his head. ]

Dean just has strong opinions, he doesn't mean them to be terrible. [ it occurs to cas that he never gave this man his name, and offers it now, hand stretched out for the customary human shaking as an afterthought, nearly forgotten. ] I'm Castiel.