[Richard merely raises a mildly amused brow at Silco, almost as if to ask him what's the matter. The man might not be a servant but he still assumed him to have some experience with this act, having raised a child on his own and all.

Once his arms are slid into the sleeves he pulls on the fabric and begins to work on the buttons. At least he's not requiring Silco's help with this task? For now that is.]

Black can shine in light just the same. [But he'd need to get a proper armor, that's for sure. Luckily he hasn't really been needing one in this world, but he does miss the sensation of iron wrapping around his body.]

If you are certain then. Do you require me to sit in front of you or will me walking alongside be enough? [How much does Silco need to be coddled?]