[He's failing to stifle another laugh at this point, she's pretty angry with him and it was quite hilarious. He throws everything he'd picked up to the side in a heap, grinning devilishly at her.] Not exactly a punishment but I suppose I can count it toward the next time I have to discipline you. Maybe. I'll have to think about it.

[He hasn't forgotten at all! He just doesn't understand fashion all that well still. To prove it he goes over and picks out a pair of jeans, a white tanktop that didn't cut down at all in the chest, and a blue low cut v-neck shirt.] There, how about this instead? Will this satisfy your insatiable need to make me look like a model?