Marcel the tailor was one of those touchy people - even more than he had to be, given his profession - but Callie didn't pick up any desire or even interest past the professional interest when his hands were all over her body, measuring her while mumbling numbers and what appeared to be cloth and style names.<br/><br/>Finally he seemed to be satisfied, and had her dress again - though he again winced at her ill-fitting clothes like a celibate priest would have winced at her nakedness.<br/><br/>"So, miss, what exactly do you have in mind for your new set of clothing?"