"Well good!" Tatum replied with enthusiasm, clapping her hands together. She had been about to tell him to follow her upstairs, when he suddenly began asking about her tits, and she felt her face flushing terribly. "W-What?! N-No! No and n-no! You can't-- no!" she replied quickly, her arms automatically coming up to cover her chest even through her shirt. She had done a few stupid things on Mardi Gras past, but she had been sort of obligated with the whole act she had been portraying. She didn't plan on flashing anybody this year, if she could help it.
She stared blankly at Leland, seeming to notice for the first time just how kicked to shit he looked. "Uh," she managed, blinking a bit. "I don't.. know how to d-do that. But I can uh, fix your face.. well, fix it b-back to the way it was. I can't m-make you cute or anything."