"Ah, you want to be perfect too. You do well. Heh, art museum, eh? Honestly, the world and the people in it seem so much like works of art themselves that anything more explicit appears superfluous. But certainly; it'll be fun to go on more outings, especially once we're out of such dress." He gestured towards his half-form again. Darn centaurs...

"Eheh, thanks for the worry. The you-know-what (life fibers) helps me get along. I've spent many evenings this way; a few more won't hurt." Thankfully he only has to do it in public; private spaces afford a little more leeway.