He spread his arms wide. "What? You can't blame me for asking." Greed studied him, thinking.
"From that getup you got on, I'd say you're up on modern fashion well enough. Would you have an objection to going with Martel to get her done up and a wardrobe for this job, when I do get around to sending her out? Or should I look for another female who's more into that girly shit than Martel?"