Jiao turned to smile at Ianto as he entered, glad to finally see a customer. And she liked the man; he always had good stories and she found him to be interesting, not dull and boring like the rest of the people from outside of Sidhe. "I haven't seen your legs. Maybe you could." She smiled back to him, holding up the dress as if seeing how it would look on his frame.
"What are the bits and pieces?" She asked as she stood up from her chair, airily stepping over to look at the fraying coat sleeve. Nothing she couldn't fix, even though she thought the coat was rather ugly (Ianto could wear so much better). "I can fix this. Take it off, I'll do it now. I'll work out a price when you tell me what else you want."
Tugging at the sleeve, once she got the coat in her hands she would go to find a spool of thread (a shiny gold, she decided on. Why have subtle fixes when you could have sparkle?) and a needle, crouched on her chair to begin adding neat, almost surgical stitching to the sleeve.
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
