"Never, darling." Phillip manages to slide his seat a bit closer without drawing too much attention to the action. His eyes flit down to her legs and he definitely noticed the length of that skirt, made all the more obvious when he lets hand rest on her leg, the bared skin between cloth and boot, gently thumbing over her.

He takes another long moment to appreciate her, the cloak hiding some of her shape but there's still plenty to look at it. "You seem a bit different. Change your hair?" he teases, blue eyes darting up to meet hers with a mischievous glint.