He grinned at that, and mentioned that the dinner was in five days, so she had time, though if she wanted to try on the more risque outfit before hand, he would certainly not object.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He had just left the inn, invitation in a belt pouch, his personal Sivridut in one hand, the other hand around Tyra's waist, enjoying how well the silk clung to her full figure, though she had worn the other outfit far more than was safe for him, though she hadn't stayed in it too long after she had started stretching or writhing. He teleported the two of them to location where the dinner was taking place, and the retracted the blades into the shaft of the Sivridut so it looked like an exotic walking staff. He was wearing his black combat robes, so he looked far more impressive than he normally did. After all, he was trying to be impressive, not nondescript and forgettable.