Waycca smiled wickedly and shook her head in mock doubt. "Oh, I don't know. I mean, sure, you've got the vampire strength, but my sheer muscle mass is enough to put a pillow fighter out of commission for a while," she conceded, raising her arm and flexing her nonexistent biceps.
Now that there was an explanation of the outfit, it made a lot more sense. "Ah, I'd figured you'd just decided to gussy up for the common room. He doesn't seem to have the best sense of fashion, though," she mused, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned back into the couch. "I could help you brainstorm on plots of revenge, if you'd like. Seems like he'd be a good target to try and stir up a reaction from."