Lockheed might have considered trying to find one of the small handful of clothes he occasionally wore for special occasions like his tux, but he'd quickly figured that Dejah would be happy enough with him as he was - his purple scales were quite colourful as they were anyway. He was nevertheless excited at the prospect of spending an evening in the beautiful Barsoom princess' company.

Though he'd been told not to bring anything personally he'd elected to take a single red rose from the mansion gardens, figuring the Prof could miss one, and having extracted the stems and wrapping it in some paper had carefully flown up to the area where Dejah's appartment, finally landing on the balcony and gently tapping on the windowpane.