Autor tilts his head, needing a moment to process this. His sudden hiss of breath is all the warning she gets before he jerks forward, narrowly avoiding clipping the top of the booth with his nose. "It's not like she'd be wearing just the cravat, she'd have my blazer and other garments on, too, and--oh. Oh, damn it!"

The boy leans back, pinning her with a surly gaze--for one moment. In the next, he buries his face in his hands. "You are terrible."