Ale's confession had not dampened his mood in the slightest. He merely smiled in return. "It's good to see some appreciation of folklore from long ago," he replied with a purr in his voice. "The evil queen so frequently seen interfering with others solely out of spite..." He rolled his eyes and sarcastically commented, "we have Walt Disney to thank for sanitizing stories."
Cordoba's head declined, examining her dress. "I must say, I approve of designing such an outfit on your own..." His right drifted up along her spine, dragging his finger tips up and down, pinching his index and thumb together to feel the fabric. Once more, returning to its place upon her hip. His eyes returned upward, "Exquisitely done."