"You know exactly what it means. The outfit is ridiculous. It's beneath anyone with even a fraction of what power you may have, and for now, I won't even speak on talent, as you're failing in that at the moment." Jack laughed softly at the gesture. His own hand came up, and his fingers lightly brushed along her palm, just a hint of the power that he had was allowed to dance over her skin.
"You may come up with whatever excuse you wish as to why you wear it. I've heard them all, but it is demeaning to anyone with any skill in what some call 'the dark arts.'" Jack didn't care what they were called; it amused the crone to point out what exactly that outfit said about the woman, whether she meant it to or not.