Valla smiled at Drael's jest, the little fae echoing her very thoughts. Valla had lain with Tommy barely an hour before, and now she had someone to toss some girl talk around with. Valla couldn't resist a comment of her own, something cheekier than she would have done prior to being with Tommy.<br/><br/>"Hmm, I agree. Maybe we can see about losing the trousers, too," she said with a grin. The image of a barely clad Tommy walking through the steaming jungle, his taught muscles reflecting the afternoon sun as it slanted through the canopy above, it was enough to nearly make Valla wet.<br/><br/>The prospect of receiving new clothes helped improve her mood as well, and Valla suspected it was a contributing factor to her suddenly wanting to take Tommy right then and there. Could Drael's people really do it, make clothes her size? Valla hoped this was real clothes at issue here, not some gossamer collection of leaves and twigs. Valla reasoned it best to keep that thought to herself and not look the gift horse in the mouth.