"I was modest in my estimates," Stefan replies, deliberately allowing himself to settle back into the familiar, comfortable patterns of a way of speaking that lost it's flare a long time ago. When he rises from his place on the steps, the modern clothing seems to melt into the trousers, suspenders, and white shirt of the era, his hair a bit longer and his expression less hardened and worn around the edges.

The clothing that she created for herself, whether intentionally or not, gets a slight raise of his eyebrow as he circles around her, coming to stand before her as he remarks, "Not what I would call conventional, but it suits you, Miss River." He leans in close, almost conspiratorially. "However, if I were you, I would mind my ankles. Some consider showing off one's feet to be more taboo than bearing it all for the world to see."