Ezra nodded again.

He also rose from the couch, like perhaps he'd get a better look that way. Or a fuller one. Something.

Look, he was just trying to appreciate her from a vaguely objective kind of aesthetic standpoint, or something, and not to think about the fact that she'd been wearing far less so near his presence just a minute ago.

"I do. I'm sure you can figure out the occasions to wear it, dumpling."