[ The corners of her mouth curve up under his gaze, and she tilts her head playfully to one side, feigning thoughtfulness. ] Mm, I might could be convinced. I have that whole big closet and practically no one to see any of it, seems like a waste.

[ She's joking, but it is a Problem, in her mind. She used to go through several outfits a day when she was in Vegas. What is the point of having such a magnificent wardrobe when no one is looking at it? Other than using all of her fashion-challenged friends as dress-up dolls. Which she does, frequently.

Her fingertips dip under his collar, behind his neck, her nails dragging lightly over his skin. ] You never brought back your present, neither.