Loki moved in, and dream or not, was very clearly inspecting the quality of the garments. Cut, fit, material--although he supposed that would have to be stricken from judging because dream. "He doesn't strike me as a man who leaves many things to chance alone from your descriptions, so him selling it doesn't surprise me." It all fit the picture; Loki approved.

Inspection complete, he turned to Puck and smiled, hands going behind his back in an almost at rest position and posture. "He also should take pains and appreciate you properly, as Owen or as Puck. If he did not and does not, then I would have words with him."