[ There's something familiar in Vex's demeanor; it calls to mind the shady sorts of characters he used to do business with back in his thieving and portal jumping days. And so Jefferson relaxes, his smile growing more easygoing as he slides into the booth. ]

Perhaps, but I always run a little cold. [ And he shakes his head. ] No tailor. I do any alterations myself.

[ As the bartender sets a pint down in front of him, Jefferson eyes Vex, taking his appearance in with both approval and appreciation. ]

Not a lot of people were all that stylish back in Storybrooke. Where I'm... [ Not from, really. ] Where I'd been living. Your look is refreshing.