While Samuel talked, Lasciel glided into the other room, quickly emerging in a black leather catsuit that seemed to be made for her. Her ability to fit just right into whatever garment she wore was one of those things that cannot be explained by human reasoning. Unless she instantly tailored the garment to herself, which made even less sense.<br/><br/>She drew up the zip to close the sides over her bare breasts, stopping just at the top of her cleavage, then ran her fingers through her hair. Some of her braids had loosened during their exertions, and the rest unravelled with that simple finger-combing. Falling loose, in little crimped waves, her hair softened her expression, making it more humanlike. 'A prudent attitude,' she commented, when he stopped. 'Whenever you're ready.'