Parael had a point there, the one piece had covered more but she didn't want to look like an elderly woman or seem like one. Also, she hadn't realized how much worse it would feel wearing a two piece in public compared to the privacy of a fitting room. This was truly her own fault, but now she knew better. Or she just needed to get used to the strange fashion mortals wore.

She may not enjoy wearing revealing clothing, but she did like to see men wearing it. Hypocritical of her? Most definitely. She noticed the tall bronzed skin man approach before Parael did and admired his sculpted form. He looked fairly strong and she was wondering if he had any skill in fighting when the smell hit her.

It nearly made her retch. 

"You don't say?" She responded, waving her hand in front of her nose to shoo away the awful smell of tar. "What should we do?" She asked him seriously, frowning in the direction the speedo clad demon had gone. "Do we need to vanquish him?" She looked toward Parael's diaper bag where she had put Winterthorn. 

If her first two days with Parael had taught her anything, it was to never, ever, leave her sword far from her reach when they were out in the city.