"Not exactly," he reassured her, moving along the aisles and glancing through the options. As he bypassed the ostentatious options of sexy nurse, schoolgirl, cop, dominatrix, maid, and Princess Leia outfits, as well as the corsets, fishnet body stockings, assless chaps, and latex, she visibly relaxed and he rolled his eyes. No, he would probably no more want to be seen with her in one of those ridiculous outfits than she would want to wear them. He hummed in satisfaction when he pulled a simple black dress from the rack. It was a knit halter, tied at the neck, and went just down to the top of the thigh. He held it up to her, lifting his eyebrows, and she looked at it in surprise. "Size?" 