While Matt wouldn't mind hearing him out, he understands. The only people he's ever been completely open with, after all, are his priest and now Foggy.

That in mind, he nods, letting it go, and murmurs a thanks in return. That said, he pauses for a moment, trying once again to swallow his pride, as Tony's left him with an opening, now. When he manages, he raises his head from where he'd bowed it, and starts, "Speaking of. I need a suit."

A beat. "And I'm not talking Armani."