Mo'rtajha doesn't help matters at all. Noticing the pause and how they seem to fluster, she turns up the metaphorical heat by swaying her hips slightly, tail flicking dangerously close to Jean.

"Gendered you say? Ah, yes...by that you mean the dresses and the like, no?" She can roll with step three for now, just fine.

"Would you prefer a suit? I'm no tailor, but ah...I have a keen eye for how fabric can hug one so! In that perhaps, I could be of assistance? I wanted to look for myself so why not look with some fine company~?"