...Maybe she should choose the dress herself. And Mister Wolf, you do not need to start thinking about her panties. Wow.

Anyhow, she swallows down her surprise when he gives such an earnest-looking wolf-nod, and the smile that emerges is real, broad and bright. "Thank you...thank you! Let's get all those pesky feathers off. You must have really shocked that chicken..." As she chatters, her finger makes neat work of the mess on Cloud's face, cleaning it up feather by feather.