"Hm," she answers, leaning into the kiss as she considers. The place he's planning on taking her might not have a dress code, as he's said, but given how he looks, the effort he's put forward, she feels as if she has to.

He's made the effort. She ought to as well.

A shimmer of green runs down the length of her body and she puts herself in a silky black blouse, unbuttoned to the dip between her breasts, and a pair of slim, dark green velvet trousers. As ever, with her trusty boots.

"More appropriate?" she asks, stepping out onto the landing of the townhouse and closing the door behind her.