The Berserker nodded, and let the water wash away the soap and shampoo from his body. As nice as it would be to stay in the shower with her for the rest of the day or longer, there were other things that they had planned. He turned the water off and let it continue to run down his body before he stepped out. The towels were perfectly within his reach and he grabbed one for himself and one for Kara. He dried himself and stepped out of the huge shower, retrieving a plain blow dryer from the vanity. He plugged it in and began to use it and the comb to dry out his hair.<br/><br/>"While you were sleeping I looked through all of the clothes that you had picked out. I spent a very long time looking at a little black thong with a bell on one side." Hallbjorn said. He cast her a knowing glance over his shoulder. "If we are going to meet my brother and you do not want me to murder every Lorean male we encounter, please pick something that is not bold." The words did not disapprove of any of the bold choices that she had made - he merely asked her to reserve them for his pleasure. Then he returned to preparing himself for going out, working on his long hair and the process of drying it so he could do something with it.<br/><br/>Eventually he was able to and he deftly wove his hair into a beautiful pair of thick french braids. Each of them were capped with ivory bands to hold them shut. They were scrimshawed pieces from a creature that had gone extinct five centuries ago and was native to another plane. He entered the bedroom and went to a closet to reveal that his wardrobe consisted of black, black, and more black. The only splashes of colour were some deep red and deep purple ties that hung within, and a few dress shirts of the same. He selected a pair of crisply pressed black slacks that did wonderful things for his long legs and narrow - for his frame - hips. He threw on a black undershirt and a purple silk dress shirt over it, and he considered briefly but ultimately decided against a tie. He left the few top buttons of the dress shirt open and spent some minutes adjusting the collar of his dress shirt this way and that way, admiring the puncture marks on his neck where Kara had bitten him. Eventually he was satisfied with how his neck was displayed. He wore a pair of black dress shoes that had been made specifically for him by a fey cobbler, and the glossy black leather conformed to his feet like butter.<br/><br/>"Do you prefer to wear your hair loose, Kara?" Hallbjorn asked his mate. He imagined buying her barrettes and other accessories so that she could wear it up, but that was his pleasure, and if she did not share it he would not demand it of her.