Can I have your pants?

I went to do some banking on Friday. While waiting at the teller there was a courier standing next to me( His name is Melani) . This is how the conversation went:

MELANI: Aaaish... this lady is taking too long. I am going to be late.

AL: It looks like they are quite busy today.

M: (Looking down) Those are nice pants.

A: (Thinking: What the nations?)

M: Will you give me your pants? I want your pants.

A: What will I wear back to the office if I give you my pants now?

M: (Looking puzzled... clearly not having thought about this potential complication) Did you buy those pants in East London?

A: No. Cape Town.....in 1995.

M: (Looking very impressed) Yo...those are good pants. They have lasted a long time.

A: They used to be blue.

M: Dark blue?

A: Light blue... I had them dyed black.

M: Oh.

The conversation ended with me promising to drop off a package for him at the bank. It will contain my pants which he knows about. What he doesn't know is that in the pocket will be some literature talking about the One who can save his pants! (If you know what I'm saying).