"Well I can't blame them for that; you certainly know how to spoil someone, Mr Kimblee!"

What an understatement. She was still trying to get her head around the price of the dress she was wearing. God forbid she damage it. Speaking of which, the make-up...

"Ah, let me just-"

....and a small towel appears in her hands, as if on cue.

"Thank you Ralto, yes-let me put this around my neck so it catches any spilled powder, or anything like that..."

As his trainer fussed, Ralto felt the man looking at him, so he looked right back, gaze impassive. There was nothing aggressive in his eyes, but he did narrow them somewhat. Not in anger, but...confusion. Why couldn't he get a proper reading? Was he too under-leveled? Maybe that was it....

"-and....Mr Kimblee, you...you say such silly things, don't be like that....how can we do this properly if you keep making me blush like this...."

At least there was one person he never struggled with. Oh, Miss Emmy...