"Keep practicing," Cayn said, smirking lightly.  "But if you turn any more of my clothing pink?  I won't be the one wearing them.  I'll make you wear them."  Cayn would simply sit there, staring at her, waiting to see what she'd come up with next.  She was an interesting woman, to say the least.  Her adeptitude with magic was also very respectable.  However, there was little else he could have her do to repay the training beyond simply entertaining him.  And she was doing that quite well.