There is a beat of silence where Alastair tries to adjust to the sudden shift of volume and energy in the room. By the time he turns back to address Oliver, the other has already discarded the robe and slid the red dress over his head.

Alastair can do nothing but stare with his lips slightly parted as Oliver spins and the small jeweled embellishments catch in the light. It makes it look like the dress is artfully splattered with blood, if one had such a morbid mind as vampires ...