She smiled a little at the sight of the clothing. To know that he had cared enough to remember her in his home. Even when they were separated. Even when she was engaged to another person. Even when he was horribly angry with her..... he still pictured a place for her in his life. That was what these dresses meant to her. She laughed just a little bit as he felt her breasts, testing their size a bit before nibbing at her neck from behind, "Mmmm I was not going to say that. I was going to say thank you. That was all." Pulling away from him, she approached the clothing and started to go through them. They were all made of beautiful fabrics and colors. He knew her so well. Finally picking a simple lavender dress, a day dress really, for being around the house on a lazy day. Pulling it out she held it to herself and turned, "Well I have my clothing, and how about yours?" She was interested to see where he kept his clothing. He clearly intended her to be in this room since the clothing he had made for her was her, but what of his clothing? Did he place himself in this room with her as well?