Of course I am. It's not as if being aware of my own beauty is wrong. [Just. Bragging like that, casually. She gets the box of biscuits and sets them on the table, taking one and giving it a small, polite bite once she sits back down, chewing slowly and dabbing at her cheeks with a napkin once she's swallowed.

Jesus.]

Ah, this? I was afraid you wouldn't come, so I was nearly ready to retire. These are my sleep clothes. [She sips on her tea.]

If you didn't want to see me in them, you should have come sooner. Or perhaps this was your plan all along?