"Oh, I would. I'm sure there's sensible footwear and comfy old lady cardigans to be found somewhere in this town, and I have just enough grit and gumption to go track them all down." Cecilia tried to keep a straight face. Cecilia failed.
God, that look. Now Cecilia really did lean back, her head clunking softly against the door, causing little pricks of pain from all the goddamn pins in her hair. She was going to have to figure something else out for that, but... later. Even with the pain in her scalp she was still feeling a little flushed, and it was not at all a bad feeling. "I don't know. That might depend," she said, pulling one hand back to give his tie a little tug. "Do you?"