[ More recent memories trickle into his head. Kafka and his other associates emphasizing a need for certain attire, one of which he recalls having with him; a need to blend in. The Stellaron Hunters have had to do that before. Still, his next words are slower to come. ]

I have attended formal functions before.

...I can dance just fine. One might say combat is a dance of its own.

[ His gaze remains curious; not offended. He just felt he had to say that, then he slides his gaze away, back to the room proper. ]

Whatever the case, checking it out proper doesn't sound objectionable either.