"There is a difference between answering questions honestly, and avoiding speaking of things." Sonja replied, trying to hide the irritation at Ursa's apparent refusal to quit referring to her in such a formal tone. Lifting the trousers, and a sound that could only be described as growl-like escapes the woman's lips as she inspects the damage. "Oh he is good..." Lifting her fingers to her temples once more Sonja contemplates. He has left her with little choice, dress in the heavy unfinished garment that he chose, or dress in clothing that left little to the imagination.<br/><br/>"What is it that you did not want Greta to say?" She adds, after she sees the confusion and even the frown on Ursa's face. "If there is something you want to know I will, of course, return the favor of honesty." She still has yet to decide what to do about the clothing situation, however seeing as how it was only sunset when she came back in here she feels she has atleast a few hours before the decision would be forced.