[She is looking at him again, the incredulity swimming in her gaze as her brows lift and her lips seem to want to smile or open up and laugh. She doesn't know whether he's making a bad joke or just trying to confuse the situation even further. Cornelia forces out a laugh, throwing one hand up and letting it entangle in the hair at her temple as she lets out a frustrated sigh, squeezing her eyes shut.
Knowing Oliver, it would mean that she has to wear something worse.]
I... [She shakes her head. And even as her eyes open, she isn't able to look at him.] No. What do I need to say in order to make you understand that it is not a good idea?