Of course he's not going to poke into random things when there's another task to complete first. He's used to people not noticing his jokes, though. They're always for himself, first and foremost, like most things.

Herbert scans about the bedroom quickly  when they first enter it, determining the lack of spiders, and bounty of cosmetics. Richer than he's ever been in. He glances quickly behind himself at the door they came through, confirming the lack of any others, then immediately starts struggling out of his tailcoat.

"This will likely prove to be the most difficult for you to effectively wear," he says, freeing his arms from the sleeves behind his back, and bringing it around to hold it across to Foster. "It would be worthwhile to, determine the feasibility before we fully commit to this ruse." Also, he's not putting on pantaloons unless he absolutely has to.