It wouldn't take much to learn that Rip and the Catboy were old friends. It was hard not to be when they served in the same battalion. She nodded slightly before moving to another piece of lingerie near by, contemplating and looking rather amused by the sales pitch.

There was no denying that a lot of thought and care went into this shop and that the wares were as good as her host was saying. "I zhink I'll pass on zhe perfume. My sense of smell iz a little delicate." Unless of course, Grell had something that smelled like fresh blood... then Rip may have to buy several bottles! "I vas also told zhis place vould be fun to hide from any police force zhat might be too embarrassed to enter zhis place."

She idly started looking at another item, this time in a crimson color and started edging away from the Christmas themed stuff a little. "Und do you haf anyzhing vith leather?"