Hijikata rolled his eyes, and at least managed to make it look like it was more at Souji than at the shop clerk, who he was sure was just trying to be helpful.

"You're not making me eat anything. And what does it matter? You look fine." As long as Souji was happy with his clothes, and they weren't uncomfortable or ugly or something, who besides Souji really had the right to give a damn if he looked like a girl or a boy?

Turning his attention to the clerk, he shook his head a little, his English stunningly American (and a little disconcertingly regionless) as he switched into it. "I don't think we need help finding anything. We're just looking around. Right, Souji?"