Lust is well into her second cup - taking normal sized sips like a reasonable person - when Scar returns to the living room. Even had he not announced his entrance, the scent alone would have been enough to announce him. There's no doubt he's well and truly clean.

She turns to look with a somewhat sleepy smile, shifting over on the couch to ensure there's plenty of room. Seeing him again settles any little lingering distress of him being upstairs, behind a closed door. He looks just as he did, in his old clothes that still fit him just as they should. Once more there's a surge of emotion, but muted this time by her tea.

Why in the world is he...oh. Of course, she'd been at work. Her work had been bound to come up.

"There you are. What Henry said. It's a popular figure from legends and fairy stories. And a summer costume staple. Everyone loves the mermaid outfit."

She does hope it was clarified that she's not doing anything indecent.