He hummed and moaned in approval into her right ear with a soft growl, "then we shall," he said. An idea began to form in his head and he smiled to himself. He leaned down and picked her up, one arm under her knees, the other across her back, and carried her naked body out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. He set her down on the bed, ran a strong hand down her body from right shoulder to right hip and down her leg to her feet. "Don't go anywhere," he playfully chided as he disappeared.<br/><br/>He returned a few moments later with what appeared to be a large plastic toolbox in one hand. He set it on the floor next to the bed, then looked around Jenna's room, very briefly, before finding what he needed. The small wooden box containing the 'stones' that formed her wardrobe were right where she'd left them. He opened the case, pulled out a palm-sized flat stone and held it to the top of her head with one hand. A few awkward-looking blinks and a smirk across his face later and the stone liquefied itself. The smart material oozed over her head and bonded with her hair, before extending and extruding itself. His hand gently lifted Jenna's head as the silver-gray goo coiled itself around his forearm several times. Then it solidified, revealing a nearly four-foot-long braid of the same purple-hair upon Jenna's head. The extensions were, as far as anyone could tell,<i>her</i>hair. Jason pulled his hand away and uncoiled the braid and grasped near its end, giving it a gentle tug, pulling her hair. "It's not a real collared leash, but it'll do for now," he said, pulling her head gently upwards. "Now sit up," he commanded again. He gave her more than enough slack on her new leash to maneuver.