He looks at her. Grinning. She had a nice giggle. Made him wonder if a true laugh from her was just as wonderful and musical. He looks at her. "You should. It isn't something I give out very often. Rarely in fact." he grins. "I'll definently be taking those baby steps." he promises. He looks at her. "Its hard...and cold...and not something I enjoy." he says honestly. Looking at her. Nodding his head.<br/><br/>He watches her happily as she took the dress. She seemed in awe. "Thank you. I make women clothing yet I have no one to model them. And the rich model girls snub someone of the streets like me." He smiles and looks at her. Waiting patiently...ish. And when she finally did come out his jaw hits the floor. Or would have had it not been hinged together. "Wow...wow...wow...." he manages to get out that one syllable word.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "Will you be my model for the competition coming up in two days?" He smiles a bit. "Wow...that looks...beyond stunning or dazzling or beautiful on you." he finally manages to say. Looking at her. "Please...I know it is last minute but since your last job is over....would you mind being my model? The benefit is...you'll get to keep each and every article of clothing you model for me." he smiles. "And there won't be any others of that color. You'll get the original design."