[center][h1]Wes Downgate[/h1][/center]

Well that wasn't unexpected. Workshops usually were required to be rooted in one place, and although he'd been hoping a mage from the Age of Gods would be able to circumvent that, it looked like Workshop creation didn't fall under the purview of Tamamo's foxy...

Wes blushed as his eyes unconsciously gravitated towards his Servant's impressive ermm... [i]assets[/i]. He quickly turned back around to bury himself in his work, hoping his Servant hadn't noticed.

"Y-Yeah, that sounds great, Tamamo. Sake it is. You sure you can go outside though, looking the way you do?" His heart skipped a beat as he realized how that sounded and he rushed to correct hinself. "I-I mean you look [i]great[/i], you're... you're [i]beautiful[/i], but uhh..."

Without turning around, Wes pointed once to the top of his head and once to his tailbone (which in Tamamo's case was a bit more literal). He turned to look at her, somewhat embarrassed. 

"Do you need a disguise or something? So you can, y'know, hide from enemy Masters and Servants?"

Worst came to worst she could always turn into Spirit Form or he could use a Command Seal to forcibly teleport her back to the yacht, but blowing their cover this early would be more than likely fatal to his late-game plans.