"Yes?" she turns, batting her eyelashes at him. Whaaaat, you don't want a present? A perfectly innocent present because she never keeps tally with you? She turns right back around to open up a trunk in the corner of the room, taking out a neatly wrapped clothing bag and turning around with it.

"I got the best crushed red velvet and Alastor, oh, it is just the right shade for you, how could I resist? I remembered your measurements for your vests and everything! It's got a beautiful paisley pattern with a gothic aesthetic - just perfect for a fancy outing!"