Tanith scowled and huffed as she settled back against the pillows. She was certain that he was baiting her with that 'nice' comment, but she couldn't help but be annoyed anyway. "I may not have the perfect manicure I'm sure you'll be sporting, but I've never had any complaints regarding my wardrobe." The catsuits certainly weren't her choice, anyway, but that aside... well, appreciating leather wasn't a crime.
Treat picking her up at Ad Gustum would not be an option she considered, however. She just might cave and bring Eztli, though. If they catered to the supernatural, they'd have to allow familiars, and she'd enjoy someone trying to tell her he couldn't be there. Even if she still hated the damn cat. Because she did. "Pick a place and I'll meet you somewhere," she said. Tempting as it was to have Treat go into cardiac arrest when he realized he was a brothel, she wasn't sure which laws the lawyer was willing to look the other way on. While she wanted to take the vampires out, she still wasn't going to do anything that could potentially compromise her own skin - or cushy digs.