Lise studied the actions of her partner intently, as he dispatched the imps within the room. Luckily, he didn't protest about going first first - though, why would he? He's clearly some type of gentleman.

Lise raised an eyebrow at his attacks. Though to her, they seemed rather brutish, they were indeed effective. Although these opponents were so below them that they might as well be worms underground, it was still no time for playing around. She eyed Andreim as he finished the remaining two imps off. 

[b][color=aba000]"Ah.. uh.. I mean it's the natural thing to do."[/color][/b] Andreim stammered. Lise thought she had heard something before that, but he murmured it too low for her to pick up. Lise wasn't exactly sure how to respond. There was a brief silence, before Andreim started again. [b][color=aba000]"You have a nice skirt."[/color][/b] Lise was caught off guard by that. She wasn't too sure what passed for in-vogue fashion in this city, but she did remember that she looked distinctly out of place with her original Victorian attire. She absentmindedly touched the fabric of her past-knee-length skirt, remembering how she stumbled around a modern clothes store until she found a few outfits that would blend in better. 

But this man was clearly in-the-know about fashion, if he would go out of his way to compliment specific parts of her outfit. "[color=pink]Do you think so? I admit that I usually leave my clothing selection to my servants, but here in the city it seems that dressing yourself is popular.[/color]" Lise did a twirl, giving a 360 degree view of her outfit to her partner. "[color=pink]It relieves me that you think so. Lots of the other girls at this school seem to adopt skirts that are far too short to be considered proper. Perhaps my clothing will be a beacon of decency to others.[/color]" She returned a confident smile to Andreim as her hair and skirt settled from her impromptu twirl.