"Geeves, I'm telling you that there is no need to check my weight," said Lex as he wiped the sweat off his brow. "It's a suit. It needs to fit my frame, not carry my weight."
"Absolutely absurd!" the tailor retorted angrily. "Any suit I make is not just another suit! The suits I make must be the pinnacle of my ability. It is the reason the Inn has had to hire other, more mundane tailors while I only deal with the clientele with at least Prestige level 4! Do you know what that means?
"It means I have even dealt with Celestial level guests! Although my current cultivation realm limits the extent of my ability, I still do not compromise on doing my utmost, which is why I have managed to maintain a strong relationship with all my customers. In short, I know what I'm doing so hurry up and go stand on that platform!"
Lex looked reluctantly at Geeves, and then at the circular platform that would scan him, and then sighed.
