“I might be able to manage. And if not, I can apparently grow myself some clothing. If you can call it that.” She wrinkled her nose. “The vines…do their best.” He leaned against a stone column nearby, watching her with yet another mischievous glint to his eye. “I would love to see that…” “No, because I believe it might hurt when you insisted on ripping them off me.” She did her best to ignore his howling laughter
