One of the (many) things that so brought his reverence for the young princess was the zest for life and love of everything under the sun she held dear to her heart. Watching her socially mirror those in her service and learn what made them different from her was endearing, and with no other lions present in his life it was a boon to the lonely feline.

She pranced so readily to meet him, already knowing his custom; this wasn't for the meeting or impressing anyone else, just something he thought Nefer might enjoy. If it just so happened to look nice against the creams of her pelt and offer more of a flowery scent, well, what a happy accident. He returned her chuff joyously, and when she moved to rub against him, he rumbled a throaty sound akin to a purr.
His icy gaze flicked to the scolding voice, pupils narrowing and a frown creasing his features. The princess beat him to a response, but he would puff up indignantly and place the robe before her paws.

As if I would allow her to go anywhere looking anything but her best, he admonished right back.

He would fix it. As if to rub it in, he placed his chin atop her head in return greeting before she stepped away. He used one massive paw to motion to the gift, inviting her to unroll the accessory herself.

It shan't outlast time, he hummed, But I believe the colors will look nice against your coat, and the shells make a lovely sound when they clink together.

That last part he'd figured out from the walk here! Another happy accident.