She's his kind of lady with her reasoning and he trots behind her, pleased with the look on her face, to butt his head against the backs of her knees toward the dress. It should be fine to borrow it for the night. No one's going to come looking for it and as long as she gets it's back by cock's crow - or midnight - no one will miss it. It'll even do the tailor a favor and advertise his work on the pretties girl at the ball. She's doing him a favor in fact by borrowing the dress.

None of which Cloud can articulate but they're long past the magic bird part of this tale and it's time to do things AVALANCHE budget style. He hopes the bumping against the backs of her knees is convincing enough because he's prepared to do it all night until she gives in.