Well, Lucien said, his remaining russet eye fixed on me, you don't look half as bad now. A relief, I suppose, since you're to live with us. Though the tunic isn't as pretty as a dress.Wolves ready to pounce - that's what they were, just like their friend. I was all to aware of my diction, of the very breath I took as I said, I'd prefer not to wear that dressAnd why not? Lucien crooned.It was Tamlin who answered for me. Because killing us is easier in pants.