The uniform is fine, but this suits you in a different way.

[He smiles faintly, though his eyes seem unfocused. Maybe he knows he's going to enjoy this at least a little. It really was nothing but a utility as far as he was concerned at home, but there was always something behind it, some little derivation of pleasure and solace. Here... it's getting tainted with a little more pleasure and a little less solace, and he's not sure whether or not that's a good thing. The problem with it, he thinks, is that now when Ryouma bares his arm and side of his body, Sannan's pulse skyrockets. He looks away to calm himself, despite Ryouma clearly being ready to get down to business.

He pulls a small knife he's lately begun to carry from inside his kimono sleeve and thumbs the blade out. Hesitating, he then offers it to Ryouma.]

Wherever you're comfortable. [Wryly:] I don't know how quickly you heal from cuts.