"Aha," he exclaimed with a pointed finger. It was great to get her to concede on something. He wrinkled his nose as she continued, not wanting to imagine where. "So you're pulling double standards, it's okay for women to wax but not us guys, huh?" He was asking for the sake of it, really, bickering because it was fun, not for any other reason.
Robbie rolled his eyes at the idea of him in a corset, or fishnets for that matter. He could keep denying it, but it wouldn't work. "I really haven't. Or fishnets, God." The image was in his head now though, and he blinked his eyes, holding his lids closed for a long moment, to try and shake it out.
While Alicia changed, he worked quickly. He selected a couple more dresses, looser fitting but in a number of colours, not pink, a few smart fitted shirts for work, tailored pants, one dark pair of jeans - because she probably definitely had enough jeans - a few sweaters that were soft and feminine, a cute short blazer and two skirts, one a little short but she could pull it off. He draped them all over his arm and made his way back to the changing room, nodding approvingly as she posed. "Feel good?" he asked, but the saleswoman was already interrupting.
He swallowed at seeing the brand, and watching Alicia get worked up. It was still weird to think that Alicia was branded, and he felt guilty as she covered it with her hand. He stepped forward, holding an arm out, to protect the saleswoman from Alicia or the other way around he wasn't quite sure, but he held the clothes up and tipped his head in the direction of the changing room. "We're going to try some more of these on," he told the woman, not waiting for permission or for her to count the items he held.
He stayed quiet as they entered the changing room, the hush of the area making it somewhat awkward, but he busied himself with placing the coat hangers on the hooks of one of the stalls.