'What exactly am I looking for today?'
After briefly considering what the tailor had said, Ruvian's eyes drifted across several formal coats arranged beside them before eventually settling on Calyra.
A slightly mischievous thought surfaced in his mind.
Ruvian was tempted to exploit the situation a little, though doing so might very well invite the wrath of the doll beside him. Even so, he should probably make use of the opportunity regardless. It would be a waste not to.
"I'll be visiting the Arcanis estate later today, so I need something suitable for the occasion," Ruvian said, giving the young tailor a small, courteous nod.
Then, with a slight glance toward Calyra beside him, he added with a faintly conspiratorial smile,
"Preferably something appropriate for meeting her parents, though nothing too extravagant. I'd rather keep it modest."
Upon hearing Ruvian say that, Calyra's cold blue eyes immediately shifted toward him like a lioness ready to pounce.
