Irene raised an eyebrow at the ring. "An actual daywalker ring?" Not entirely lacking in vampire lore (clients were so often fascinated with them), she seemed to recall the rings as something very rare. "And don't worry, I won't assume a thing - if Holmes and Wolverine can be in the same place, then anything is possible."
"Potential antichrist? This place gets more and more unbelievable...but pregnancy does make for boredom I'd imagine, so that's understandable." She shuddered inwardly, thinking about how dire motherhood would be, before continuing "I stole everything? Did I feature again, then? I've only read about my alter ego in A Scandal in Bohemia, and retaining a picture of myself and a king hardly counts as stealing. And he certainly didn't sound as delightful as my taste of royalty" she smirked. Irene ignored the comment about Sherlock, not wanting to think about the smug bastard and his infuriatingly snazzy coat.
"I can school grown men with a sentence, so I'm glad it works on you." She certainly wouldn't mind doing so properly - blondes were not generally her type, but Lexi was undeniably tempting. Probably best not to try though, she needed what allies she could find. "Although it's a long time since anyone called me a kid" she continued in the same joking way as Lexi, "I think I'll accept it from an ancient like yourself."
"Well, I need a few appropriate dresses, lingerie, and oh, shoes..." she trailed off, thinking of beauties left behind in London. "Yes, shoes, and some day wear. Slacks, blouses, you know." Not being used to questions about her shopping habits, she was finding it hard to describe her taste in outfits. "I'll know when I see what I need, if that makes sense? I've never had to start a wardrobe from scratch before..."