[Hey, no one has ever accused Asura of being nice.]

I don't know what a cravat is, but your clothes look so tight and restrictive that I'm not sure how you move in them at all without them splitting at the seams. [So says the giant man who barely comprehends to concept of "shirts" even when he isn't naked from the waist-up.

Asura gestures to a pile of wood nearby while he grabs another long plank to start shaving it down to the proper size and shape using a few of his other tentacles.]