And on that note, she knocks on the open door, a little smile at the corner of her lips already. Some things to not change, and Wrathion with a fashion project is apparently one of them. Whatever reason she had to be walking past his door is replaced by the need for companionship, and to catch up, and to soak up the pleasure of his company.

Frienship, and all that.

"You could pull off that much lace," she points out, from the doorway, and gives a little wave. "But on that note, I seem to have ended up in a guest bedroom previously occupied by a man, if you wanted to browse even more frilly shirts."