Phoenix knew that Seth obviously had good intentions here. (Or at least he hoped. That's what he kept telling himself. Because Seth was a nice guy, right? Voile really adored him.)

"I ah... I mean," he stammered, "It's not necessary, I mean, unless you want to make one..."

Trying to find a polite way to get out of this, unless Voile designed something that would look good on a guy like him. Not that he didn't love Voile's designs, but... not on himself.