Cal smiles. Maybe he can have this conversation without getting into a bunch of weird, unpleasant shit. He gives Bela's hand a squeeze and admits,

"I still have them, if the cleaning staff hasn't gotten hold of them yet." Well, if she's interested, he may as well put it out there. He still maintains that it is questionable taste, but he can put up with it if she will be helping him back out of them.

"Yeah. Serious stiletto heels, too. Esfir was actually over five feet," he adds with a laugh.