The man took the towel and pulled at it, easily parting the loose 'binding' and setting it to fall from his body. He balled it up and tucked it beneath one arm, to remove sooner or later. "Ahh, I will. I do love my job, Lady." Something about the way he said Lady made it sound much less respectful than when she'd been afforded the title before... As though he was just calling her a woman, rather than a lady of significance.<br/><br/>"I ain't, not yet. I'll get right on it." His eyes scanned her under the vague pretense of trying to judge what would suit her. He might almost have got away with the excuse, except he had to open his mouth and remove what tiny bit of credit she might have given her. "Big tits, gorgeous ass... I'd send you naked, except I suppose that's a bit too strong. Let's find the next best thing..." He set to work opening up the wardrobes and peering through. The large doors obscured most of him, but she saw a hand pointing out and waving toward the opposite wall. "There's a mirror over there."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>