Thankfully, she doesn't continue going after his hair - her beak only pursues him to straighten his coat, which he allows, laughing bemusedly. He smooths out his shirt, but then rests his hands behind his head rather than bother getting up. Better view of the sky from here, anyway.

"My color-? Oh, the green." He glances down at his outfit - nothing fancy today, just a solid green turtleneck - before turning his gaze upward again, pondering the question briefly.

Eventually he replies, "It isn't solely to avoid criticism. Though there is a grain of truth there - image matters, especially when you work in the public eye. People care about appearances, sometimes even to the exclusion of substance. Now, is that superficial? Absolutely - but if they only know you superficially, what else do they really have to go on?"