Well, if Sansa feels the part, Ganymede certainly looks it; his toga is worn short, around mid-thigh and thrown over his shoulder. He's used to the wrap style and the brevity of cloth: he's mostly thankful he wasn't given what he'd worn the last time these clothes were in fashion.

He'd been dwelling on it when his thoughts were interrupted by a low-pitched voice, and he turns sharply to see who it is. No one he knows, but her face says plenty about how uncomfortable she is. "...Yes, I did," he answers. "Are you all right, my lady?" he asks, feeling the need by her bearing to address her as such.