"It's called shampoo. No need to get fancier." He'd look good either way, but he'd be less fun to make fun of if he didn't take primping so seriously. She was a big believer in sleep and if that meant skipping beauty treatments than so be it. Maybe she'd be jealous when she was a wrinkled old hag and he looked thirty but she doubted she would live that long to being with. "You wax," she nearly shouted, her eyes open in amused shock. "Where? How often? Is it itchy when it grows back in?" She was trying to embarrass him but all in good fun.
"You're right, more like annoyingly charming. You want to hate me but you just can't do it. It's a problem a lot of people face." She hadn't expected him to play along but she was glad he did. She could forget how utterly goofy he could be when he wanted to. He needed to relax more. "Oh, I don't doubt that."
He smoothed his hair back down and thus she immediately had to ruffle it again. It was like walking with a Ken doll, she needed to make him more human. It would be a shame to make the mortal weep. "You've thought about wearing one, aye? You kinky bastard." She looked down at her jersey, not seeing anything wrong with it in the slightest. "I'm up for it. I like a good laugh as much as the next person."
Alicia could admit the dress was pretty, it simply wasn't hers. If it wasn't clothes she could sleep in it was often too short or too tight. This seemed...practical. "I'll try it on, but I make no promises."