A/N: this one demanded 200 words. Demanded...

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" I need new measurements, I need them from everyone, and I need to take them NAKED."

"Don't be absurd, Ms. Hopkins, what difference will you being undressed make?"

"I didn't say *I* was - ooh!"

"Anyway you're near enough as is," he drawled, hiking a brow and eyeing the tailor's legs, which as usual were on display ankle to hips. "Absurd woman," Sebastian muttered. "You only want an unobstructed grab at Mey-Rin's tits." Nina gasped in scandalised outrage. "And do stop that. You look like a goldfish someone's goosed up the vent with a cold finger."

"Such remarks to a lady could cost you your position!"

"Lady? To whom are you referring Ms. Hopkins?"

"Wipe off that smirk, Mr. Michaelis. You deserve what your master's going to do to you when I return. Just you wait!"

"Do you really think so? Go on then, I'll wait."

Sebastian spent the time profitably, putting together a large arrangement of drooping Lady Banks roses in a pretty ormolu and blue glass Le Creusot vase for the foyer. Soon Nina marched back in, face blazing.

"Well?"

"He laughed and asked me who I thought you'd heard the fish thing from first."