Kimblee watched her pull it out of the bag, his gaze fixed on her face; it wasn't a hard expression, however - it was leaning more towards being interested in her reaction in general than seeking out anything in particular.

"Do you like it?" he asked, though he was reasonably certain of the answer. "I recall you being fond of it, all that time ago; I would like it if you wore it tonight, but the choice is yours in the end."