[There’s no sense in asking again, so with his reassurances Belladonna slides into his lap. Instinctively, her hands come up to rest loosely around his shoulders.]

Oh, thank you. I don’t put too much thought into my clothes, really, but you look—-

[And now she has to stop herself from staring. There’s a new, tantalizing sort of picture coming into her mind that makes her bite her lip. The collar, the dark colors and golden accents…]

—-positively nefarious. Like a commander of dark forces.