Ichabod frowned in the direction of Abbie's feet, brows scrunching together. "Your footwear is impractical."

A slight blush came to Abbie's face, before she cleared her throat and straightened her back. "What is your point?"

"It is just that I am confused," turned his gaze from the shoes to her face, and she fought another, almost guilty, blush. "You are nothing if not logical, Miss Mills. But your highheeled boots are the opposite of that rationality. It does not fit with what I have seen to be your character up to this point."

Abbie placed her forehead in her hand as he continued. "I mean it would make a lot more sense to wear the regulation boots of your fellow officers-"

"I don't like feeling short okay!" she said in utter exasperation. "And now I go walking around with you and I look even shorter."

He blinked at her outburst. "So... you are ashamed of your hight?"

She scowled at him. "Sure, fine, put it that way. Make it sound vain."

Ichabod thought over this, finally shaking his head. "I am sorry if I brought up a sore spot. I do not think it is vain."

She sighed, before smiling. "No, it's fine. I know how dumb it is. It's just that I am a cop and it feels..wrong to have to talk up to criminals."

"You are very adept at caring your work in the heels," he complimented, and they smiled at each other.