"As much as I know you're capable of talking yourself in and out of things, tact is not something I'd expect from you. Certainly not when it came to you yourself and not a job. You're honest and forthright. I've always liked that about you." Niks was talking. She knew she should stop, but she couldn't seem to. At least she wasn't asking questions.
She got out of the tights easily enough. The dress was a little more difficult, but damn if she hadn't gotten herself into it, she could bloody well get herself out of it. Her attention to the dress caused a brief quiet to settle, other than the softly muttered curse words. There was a hiss as something might have ripped and then a thud of heavy dress on the floor.
"Well, damn."
Eventually she was completely out of the beautiful and only partially silly outfit and into the clothes he brought her, including the socks. The clothes smelled like him, wolf and all. She walked up behind him and slid her arms around him; if he didn't move, she'd rest her cheek against the back of his shoulder. Her hands remained in a very chaste place just above his stomach.