A smile lights his face up when he makes her laugh. He kinda likes the sound of it. "Sure. I hear its actually decently priced, too. Got good reviews."
Kyle turns to look over his shoulder, then back at her. His face flushes a little. "Just a terrible mess. I was hopin you wouldn't have to see it. Still a work in progress, ya know?" He smiles again to cover for his embarrassment.
"Oh, forgot somethin... one last 'wardrobe' touch." Kyle's visage of a horned, verdant satyr fades to be replaced by his mundane appearance. He offers a lopsided grin. "I don't wanna take any chances. I draw enough attention to myself with the music thing." He steps out and locks the door, then offers her his arm.
"Shall we, fair lady?" he says with a waggling of his eyebrows.
-1 Glamour for Hardened Mask.