It still wouldn't do you justice. [ And she stands by it, even if what she'd had in mind definitely wasn't the quick sketches she had been attending to all evening. ] And I don't think that's the case at all, but if you want, we can pick a more colourful outfit for next time.

[ Caitlyn's unnecessary confirmation has Hilda picking up her calligraphy pen and quickly flourishing her initials on the back before setting it aside to draw. When that's done she clicks her tongue, standing up and making sure that she doesn't have any rogue paint on her arms and managing to keep her bashfulness in check. ]

Well, not everyone might feel the same way but I'm flattered that you thought of me. [ Before slipping her arm through Caitlyn's she glances at her. ] I don't have any paint on my face, do I? That's not exactly the sort of accessory I want on the dance floor.