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It's nice. No ruffles, which is a plus. [Continues to hoover nearby, checking out the various clothing in the boxes.]

Do you design and make your own clothes?

[Given her status, he doesn't think that's the case, but she has boxes full of clothing lying around.]

No ruffles. [Steph glances over at the leather pants. This would be so awkward if they didn't run around in spandex together...]

[ She hands the pair of pants to him, laughing. ]

That stretches the truth somewhat. I choose colors and fabrics that please me and the tailors guess at my current fancy.

[Takes the pants from her. Wearing leather isn't too weird for him since his RR suit has some leather mixed into it. ]

Is there somewhere I can change? [Glances around for the bathroom door. ]

Lucrezia ends up with the prettiest clothes no matter what. And over there. [Steph will point him in the right direction! No strip show from the ex today.]

It is an enviable position, to have so many strive to please you.

[ Lucrezia keeps digging through the boxes to find other things Tim can try out after, things with ruffles too. ]

[Spots a white, long sleeved tunic that is ruffle free. Scoops it up before Lucrezia has the chance to toss anything with ruffles his way. Grabs a leather belt to go along with them.]

I'll be right back. [Tim means it, too. Male Renaissance era clothing has nothing on some of the suits he's had to change in and out of within minutes.

Before long he steps out of the bathroom, smoothing out the vest self-consciously. Even though he's worn leather pants before, strolling around in them as a civilian is a little unnerving.]

What do you think?

[Steph looks him over, careful not to look too much or linger. The vest's color looks good on him. Blue is a color she relates to Dick, for obvious reasons, but Tim can pull it off, too.

She claps her hands.]

Very nice.

[ Lucrezia claps too. Pulling off that leather pants, Tim! She brings out a box with a round of necklace for him, long enough to drap over his chest and studded with rough gems of blue and purple. ]

This, or a hat? [ She points to a box with all sorts of funny ones. ]

Necklace, definitely the necklace. [Side-eyes some of the funny hats. Definitely not his style.]

Necklace, yeah. [She motions to Tim. Do the honors, Lucrezia.]

[ Lucrezia steps closer to place the necklace against his chest. He better note somewhere the honor of being dressed by Lucrezia Borgia. ]

Hold this. [ She moves around him to clasp the necklace. ]

Thanks.

[Hopefully the smile he gave her was enough of a note. Tim knew enough history to know that nobility types were the ones who were dressed by others, not vice versa.]

This is unreal. [Tim comments as he looks down at his clothes.]

Worth being interrupted? [She grins. C'mon, it's too cool. He doesn't even need to answer.]

What do you think, Lucrezia? Does he make a decent Renaissance man?

[ An honor she would bestow her family and perhaps her husband, as well as the occasional best friend's ex-boyfriend. She isn't known for keeping traditions. ]

He looks like a Mancini with his colors!

Maybe. [Flashes a grin at Steph, then he looks over to Lucrezia.]

A Mancini? [Resists the urge to go track down a sword. Steph's earlier assumptions are correct; wearing the clothes is definitely pinging some of his nerdier fantasies.]

[Steph just keeps smiling, resisting the urge to track down a camera. He's totally loving it.]

[ Lucrezia steps around to admire her handiwork. ]

They are affiliated with the French. Nevers. A princely family.

[Appears thoughtful for a moment, before switch from English to French.]

French, huh? Do you understand any French?

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[HUFF.]

Hey, I get cut out of conversations enough because of Italian, let's not make me start learning French, too.

Enough to negotiate a truce.

[ She replies likewise, glancing with amusement at Steph. ]

He only asked if we could ever speak French secrets in front of you.

You have my attention.

[Plays along with Lucrezia by grinning at Steph.]

And she agreed to it.

[Such an exaggerated frown at the both of them!]

I didn't hear oui in there.

There are many ways to say yes. [ Common language, for Steph's sake. ]

And I would not share with you anything I would keep from Stephanie.

Fair enough.

[Because Steph wouldn't know anything about keeping secrets. Blinks, a little surprised by his own bitterness. Fortunately, he kept the thought to himself and didn't say it out loud. If he had, the atmosphere would have changed completely.]