she's the kinda song you could play over and over
Indeed it wasn't; if anything, Flora rather liked the idea of someone trying to unzip her, if only to see what Jack might do about it. Something told her that he'd look just roguishly handsome with a scowl of jealousy on his lips as he did on any other day, and, given how rather mild his reactions had become now that his empire was more or less under control, she wouldn't mind seeing him a bit wild, either.
"I am quite practiced in making almost everything." The tailor says smoothly, though his thoughts will confirm Jack's suspicions. Customers who come in a time or two looking for lovely lace gowns or cravats move on to asking for their garments to specifically be altered in certain ways, before coming right out and asking for all sorts of illicit customizations. Flora, for instance, had stood nearly naked on his pedestal more than a few times as he worked in various ways for her to carry her feather-daggers without them seeming too obvious. "But yes. Though I have Ms. Flora's measurements on file, working with so much leather would not be the same as lace, so we would probably book a fitting just to be sure." Married though he was, the tailor rarely missed an opportunity to get his hands dirty when it came to ensuring each of his creations came out perfectly sized.
"What's that hide from, anyway?" Raising her brows and seeking out Jack's eyes in the mirror, Flora grins. "Maybe we could match." She adds, her thoughts turning wicked and iridescent with laughter.
"I am quite practiced in making almost everything." The tailor says smoothly, though his thoughts will confirm Jack's suspicions. Customers who come in a time or two looking for lovely lace gowns or cravats move on to asking for their garments to specifically be altered in certain ways, before coming right out and asking for all sorts of illicit customizations. Flora, for instance, had stood nearly naked on his pedestal more than a few times as he worked in various ways for her to carry her feather-daggers without them seeming too obvious. "But yes. Though I have Ms. Flora's measurements on file, working with so much leather would not be the same as lace, so we would probably book a fitting just to be sure." Married though he was, the tailor rarely missed an opportunity to get his hands dirty when it came to ensuring each of his creations came out perfectly sized.
"What's that hide from, anyway?" Raising her brows and seeking out Jack's eyes in the mirror, Flora grins. "Maybe we could match." She adds, her thoughts turning wicked and iridescent with laughter.
