vere has somehow gotten his hands on luxurious stolen attire and gifts it to you, dressing you up for the night, something red, something tight, something with a corset and later that night after a couple of drinks at the wet wick you journey off into the seaspring, it takes ais a moment to say anything, his crimson gaze just lazily taking in the rare sight of you in something so, risqué
half of him is wondering where you've been, and who's seen you in this aside from him, and the other half of him can't wait to tear it off of you piece by piece