Her head inclined as well, fully aware of his own amusement there. If he searched closely enough, he would discover a light in her eyes that proved she held no objection to it.

Reinette stepped closer then, though she did not circle about him as before. She knew what the clothing looked like well enough, she had commissioned it after all. She was far more interested in the man before her.

He wore it well, the coat sitting perhaps sitting slightly tight about the shoulders. He was a man built to move she suspected, contradicting his story of sightseeing. But then, who actually spoke in truths?

The wig was something unexpected, and spoke to a certain industriousness and understanding. The results were not unpleasing, but at the same time they did not feel quite right.

"That you shall."