(Oh no its my bad, I didn't mean a literal leash, it's more like a metaphorical one. That was my bad for not being terribly specific, so you're fine!)<br/><br/>He watched as the stache was taken off, and his face looked much more satisfied, making a pleased sound. Before long, he would separate from her, the servant taking him to the clothing room. He would gently look to their hand, considering taking it to hold. He doesn't however, he doesn't know or care for this servant after all. A frown returns on his face when he leaves from Tia, and is directed towards his choices. He first saw a quite flamboyant choice. It was a ruffle shirt with the chest area being opened. He picks that out for his more beauty based outfit in progress. For his legs, he had chosen a buttoned up pair of dress pants of sorts that went over the lower half of his torso, and would require for him to tuck the ruffle shirt in it (don't know the exact name of thee pants. He ends off the outfit with some quiant, nice looking heel boots to tuck the pants into the boots. Lots of tucking, but beauty is the matter for this outfit. That or an occasional hint of lust. He gives the outfit he had made to the servant, then looked for amother outfit. Maybe something more masculine? He looks for a regular tuxedo, and finds a jabot to match it with. He then pairs it with classic dress shoes, dress pants, and white gloves. And for the pajamas? He just picks out whatever softest to him. He blinks, looking back to the servant. He somewhat wondered about those kobold girls he had seen earlier that had helped dry off Tia... They all looked rather short, but were there. Along the way when she was still inside of her, he remembers hearing someone call her mother. Another wyrm of sorts was here? Amusing.