"Clear up until the words 'dress' and 'wife,'" Beryl said, her eyes beginning to narrow. "Because I know I didn't hear what I thought I heard."
Nic's expression didn't change.
"Oh, c'mon Nic! You can't be serious!" Beryl complained. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not wearing that dress," she said reluctantly. "I look like a... well, you know what I look like in it." She shook her head. "Unh-unh. No way."
((OOC: Nic is going to have to put his foot down harder to get Beryl to do what he wants.
She'll give in eventually, but he has to be tougher with her. Perhaps a sparring match? Or...threaten to ground her from the Headhunter? ))