<em>Actually I can make clothes, however ...</em><br/><br/>He stood up, and as he did so there was a push in the room, like a pressure change as a deep crimson and black mist swirled about his lower body.  He turned so that Tegan could watch, see as his flesh disappeared under what looked like clothes. When he was done he walk over and took her hand, placing it on his hip. She could feel his skin, and then the clothes, now real, as well. He was dressed in what looked and felt like leather breeches and knee high boots. Just a little on the archaic side.<br/><br/><em>This is what was the rage of the time and it would seem that time has changed.</em><br/><br/>He looked her over, admiringly, from top to bottom and front to back. He didn't even try to hide that he was remembering her without the clothes she was wearing. He licked his lips as his eyes passed over her rear. His voice grew quiet for but a moment.<br/><em><br/>Yes... much has changed, and so much for the better. </em><br/><br/>He looked up and to her.<br/><br/><em>I need to see what the acceptable clothing is. Yes I can become invisible, but it would take a lot of energy and we do not have time to restock it I imagine. Or... I can become and object and you can take me with you.</em>