Amora stared at the dress, as awestruck as she was when she saw that painting. "This... is for me?" She picked it up gingerly like it would fall apart at the slightest touch. She slipped it on; it fit perfectly. She spun around in it, admiring how it moved with her. Though it wasn't long, since Screwtape decided to slam the door nearly off its hinges.<br/><br/>Amora whirled around, looking rather startled. 'Didn't he say he would wait until tomorrow?' she thought, before growing frightened when he picked up his nephew. She stifled a gasp when he was flung from the room, her heart started to race. "Errol!" she cried, running to his side only to be blocked by Screwtape. She pounded on his chest with her puny fists, "You brute! How dare you!" Screwtape didn't seem pleased at that. He took hold of her and flung her on the bed. She glared harshly at him as he closed the door, turning his attention back to Errol. Amora flew off the bed and started pounding at the door, "Stop it!" she cried, though it didn't help.