Conall has learned to stay calm (well, as calm as he ever is) when Akeldama gets all up and close with him to fix his wardrobe, but that doesn't mean that his hackles don't rise at the smell of old, dead blood up so close. Still, it's grown almost normal, and so it does nothing than make him even grumpier.

"I will not be seen at her side in public today, so there is hardly any reason to," and here comes the most irritably exasperated tone, "colour coordinate with her."

He loves his daughter, but political arrangements do cause them to rarely appear together in public, and even without any Prudence-related coordination enough of his wardrobe has been disappearing, only to be replaced by something Akeldama's household would approve of more. After some attempts at protesting, he has decided that that has to be his sacrifice to the situation - but he's drawing a line at his tartans, and after the first time someone tried, they mysteriously reappeared and never went missing again.