"Oh, that's giving me an awful lot of liberty and credit I might not deserve, Miss Nina. I'm the craftsman, certainly, but I don't think anyone is the expert."

He said nothing about someone like her. He'd tailored to far more strangely shaped people than she was. Her curves were, in fact, quite a welcome change in some ways. He could admire all the straight, broad plains he wanted. Sometimes, you wanted to look at a bit different topography.

He brought her over to the wall of fabric, feeling along it until he found the heavier wool blends. "These will be the ones better for the exterior. And--we definitely do have it in that red."