Akeldama quirks an eyebrow, but doesn't feel like the very idea of Conall being able to dress himself deserves answering. Very clearly he can't, and this should be all the evidence that he needs. What an absolute state! It's positively indecent.

"Should she see you in this little get up, my dear, I rather think that she might start. Really!" But he finishes straightening the cravat and with a straightening tug of Conall's jacket, takes a step back, and at least somewhat out of his personal space. It might be fun to annoy him, and Akeldama might be more used to his (and the other werewolfs') presence than before, but there's only so long he can get up and personal with them. "And you'll clash dreadfully with our dear little button."