Lucy takes the page from his hand and looks down at it, making a face. She takes in a deep, slightly irritated breath before folding it in her hands and pushing it against his chest.

“As if I’d wear that for you!” Except, she realizes she has no real options and that, really, depending on the situation and season – they weren’t so different from what she normally wore. She takes on a more conflicted expression while taking in the rest of his speech, deciding on what to say next or if she should just give in to her inevitable loss (and maybe there was a small – extremely small - part of her that debated if she should feel flattered or not. ... and maybe conclusively decided "yes").

And because rationalizing this was truly beyond her, she did the only thing she could: "Don't say things like that!"