[Oh. That--that is a look. Percy looks at the picture for quite a while, aware that texts are continuing to come through but utterly distracted by the way the clothes fit her. And the flash of skin at the top of her thighs.]
You look stunning, my love.
[The only advantage to texting is that it gives him a few seconds to compose himself before he attempts any responses. But he looks at the picture again, gaze lingering this time on the fabric tight against her bust.]
Of course, we'll be certain to get you some, one way or another.
Perhaps the Augur didn't want you getting too powerful.
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You look stunning, my love.
[The only advantage to texting is that it gives him a few seconds to compose himself before he attempts any responses. But he looks at the picture again, gaze lingering this time on the fabric tight against her bust.]
Of course, we'll be certain to get you some, one way or another.
Perhaps the Augur didn't want you getting too powerful.
[He's teasing. Also: far too late for that.]