Mr.S could only grin with those massive jaws, so happy to see her smile. He tilted his head some as she removed the dress she seemed to like most due to a problem with fit. He was taken back to his days of humanity, looking around the room quietly a moment before wandering to a drawer, wiping dust from the table as a tendril gently took the dress from her, another petting her cheek a moment as he did, the inky black tendril icy cold in the warm room, though comforting in its smooth yet somehow textured surface. He would sit in the tall wooden chair. It had been custom built for him ld because even in his time as a human he was remarkably tall. He was made to hunch over from size issues as he laid the dress over the table, tendrils pulling measuring strips over her bare hips, sides and rather hesitantly around her bare bust line , somehow remembering measurements from feel alone as his hands and tendrils took to the dress. A hem here, a snip and a sewing there, a bit of expansion and fusion of cloth at the neckline.<br/><br/>It was like a singular passing moment had gone by before he was standing again, approaching with a wide grin on the maw that took up much of his face, holding out the dress catered to her size.