Arthur glared at the French man in front of him. "Is all of this really necessary?"
Francis regarded the blonde with a look of confusion. "What are you talking about, Arthur?"
Arthur gestured wildly at the other's attire. "This! Your clothes!" Almost punching the man in his stubble-filled face as his expression was even more confused than before, the short-haired blonde explained further. "You are too showy and flashy! Why must you always dress so... so... so obnoxiously?" The colors were too loud and bright, in Arthur's opinion.
"Mon cher, you are just jealous that I have such a fashionable sense of style. I feel bad for you; obviously your taste is bad in more than just the cooking department." He laughed as Arthur's fists clenched.
"Belt up, you bastard! My cooking is fantastic, and everybody knows it! And there is nothing wrong with my-"
"Feel free to try on some of the things in my wardrobe; I'd be more than happy to help you out with your, ah, sad situation. You are so dull, Arthur. Although I cannot change your personality, I can improve your choice of clothing." Francis narrowly missed the punch thrown at his cheek.