"The ones I make you will be fresh, from a similar pattern," says Mulligan, not condescendingly, just frank and informative. "How about jacket?"

"Two-button is the default," says Jefferson, helping Burr into the jacket that matches the trousers. "Three is also common. When you have more than one button, never fasten the lowest. It's a silly rule."

"The jacket'll be structured so the last button stays undone," corrects Mulligan, "so it is definitely not a silly rule."

Jefferson sighs. "You can tell the jacket fits because the seam is right at the shoulder, the sleeve shows about a half-inch of shirt cuff, and there are no wrinkles here or here when the jacket closes. This one fits almost right. See -- it hangs loose, just here. It's too large on you. But the shoulders are perfect."

For an off-the-rack fit, this would be good enough, Jefferson thinks. Burr looks right in a suit. He looks powerful, in a way that's understated, calm. It shows off his posture, his elegance.

"You're gonna look so fucking good," says Mulligan. "Here. What about this?"

He holds a sample of a patterned fabric in front of Burr. A dark red-purple.

Jefferson looks to Burr. "What do you think?"