Faith actually stopped in her tracks, turning with a slow, playful grin.
"Oh, does this mean you have some pink underwear too?" She laughed. "Let me see!"
She looked at him, a mischievous look in her eyes, almost as though she was a few seconds away from actually taking a look for herself. As surreal conversations went this one was pretty high.
She blushed, just slightly, at the mention of her in a dress. She remembered the time he was talking about, with Kyle at Sarah and Peter's wedding. Thinking about Kyle no longer held the same sting it once had. She still cared about him, wherever he was, but whatever love she'd once felt had most definitely faded.
"Thank you," she rolled her eyes self consciously. "I guess dresses look good on occasion, I just can't get past the fact that I'd have to rip the skirt to kick properly." She flashed a smirk in Sam's direction. "Besides, it's alright for you to talk, you should dress smart more often too. You looked good."