Quatre smiles back faintly (it's sincere, but he's still quietly annoyed at himself), and moves off of Trowa to standing with as much grace as he can muster.

He checks his watch. "I'll meet you downstairs in ten," he says, and technically politely he should have offered the time instead of requested it, but he trusts Trowa to be able to get changed that quickly. Himself, out of a mostly complete three piece suit? -- Well, yes, but less so.