Distracted for a brief moment by the bell before turning her attention to the shopkeep, the half-dragon explained her needs and situation while running sensitive fingers over the various fabrics, delighting in the softness and the way her flesh seemed to be caressed in turn. Once the Shopkeep's words filtered through a distracted mind filled with entirely new instincts, Shade nodded her agreement and smiled graciously, the catfolk' smile charming and a natural wonder of her charisma. "Oh, yes, well...of course, whatever you say! You're the expert tailor, after all. I mostly just put things in the condition to need mending..." Padding forward on those enchanted heeled-shoes with little noise, the arched-backed herm made her way behind that totally innocent closed door, standing with one sharp fang tenderly biting her lower lip.