Damn it, he was curious despite what his reason told him. "You could tell just from having a conversation with her?" It was exactly what he wanted to hear, but he wasn't sure how trustworthy Boyd could be on this particular topic yet.
Vlad sighed again, his anger sliding away. She was terribly naive and oblivious, yes, but she meant well - as misguided as her actions were. Still, he needed to have a talk about what she wore and what she told people about their arrangement. "I am twice your age, Boyd," he said with a wry smile. "But if it bothers you, I will refrain from calling you a child."
He paused. "You cannot walk around like... that, however." He gestured down at her attire. "People will get the wrong idea."