"Gentleman," he corrects, nodding in appreciation of the garment change, even if she still ignored the need for shoes. It wasn't like this was actually Veritas and Cordelia would come rushing out of the house, demanding to know why he was spending time in the company of such a trollop. He could make that happen, but there was no need.

Stefan was in complete control of this dream - or so he thinks. Being as unaware of the extent of River's own psychic abilities as he is, Stefan has no idea just what River's capable of.