"You can't hold me in the lobby against my will," Pepper teased. "That's 'messin' people about', if you recall."

She stared at the stiletto in question and shrugged. "You can materialize these clothes out of thin air, then you can make the shoes fit. I dun't see how it would be a problem."

She knew that glint in his eye far too well. But she wasn't willing to go down that easily. It wasn't her job to make things easy for him, that was Wensley's job.