[There's still an air of nervousness, but Aisha's giddy too. It's really exciting, not knowing what she's doing.]

Well, I don't mind either way! I want to know you, so whatever you think is fun will be good, you know?

[Of course she'd be drawn in to someone who did what they wanted. The sort of royalty that wasn't stuffy, or married to propriety. A new weakness, and maybe she'll be pissed off at herself for this later.

(It's doubtful, she isn't the type to look back.)

A glance up, and she catches him staring. Her tongue sweeps over her bottom lip, slowly, as she meets those crimson eyes. Teasing is easy, the only thing making this unusual is the fact she's going to act on it this time. Doesn't hurt that she likes the taste of blood.

Not as much as as ice cream, mind.]

Aisha doubts you'd look bad no matter what you wear. Or don't, for that matter.