Korrin was just going to ignore the assistant, more engrossed with a certain lovely rifter woman, but Araceli's quiet display of temper gets a grin out of her all the same. She almost doesn't notice the assistant's blanching and immediate meekness, more enjoying seeing Araceli fired up like this instead. Not that Korrin can't stand up for herself, of course, but there's something about that flash in her lady's eyes that makes the Vashoth mage wish they weren't surrounded by people. That passion is one of the traits she loves most in Araceli, and it's beyond flattering to have that reaction provoked because of her.

"You're rather skilled at getting my heart to stop anyway, you know. I hardly think you need the help, which isn't to say that it's not welcomed." Anything Araceli wears tends to suit her perfectly, after all. "Hm...maybe red and silverite, then. I have plenty of the latter left over, it might as well see some use. I've no idea about overall designs yet, though. Everything they've shown me up to this point is so far from suiting me that it's laughable." The design schematics and illustrations in that open book nearby are proof enough of that.