Evellyn tries to play it cool

You find yourself in another alley. Another alley, another set of crates and barrels. You set Evellyn down on one of the crates.

"There you go", you say gracefully. "Away from prying eyes"

"Whatever", Evellyn replies sullenly. Immediately she covers her chest up with her arm while her legs snap shut. For good measure she turns her back towards you as well,

"I think what you mean to say is 'thank you my dashing rogue for saving me from yet more humiliation'"

"'Saving me'?" she began with some fury, but immediately caught herself. "Whatever", she repeated. "It doesn't bother me anymore."

You raise a skeptical eyebrow at her. Evellyn sighs.

"It's possible that the majority of people in this city have seen me naked at this point"

"Probable, I'd say. Very, very probable."

Evellyn flashes a glare at you. "Point is, I've acclimated."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You've already done your worst to me. Even if you humiliate me again, it's just more of the same. It doesn't bother me anymore."

You give a short laugh. "Oh Evey. I have quite some experience with this stuff you know-"

"I'm sure you do", she interrupts contemptuously.

"I've seen this tactic before."

"Tactic?"

"You think if you act like it doesn't bother you anymore, I'll get bored with you and find someone else to play with. I'm afraid it'll only encourage me to step my game up."

"It's not a tactic", Evellyn huffs. "And what else can you do to me that you haven't already. You _can't_step it up."

You can't help but flash an evil grin. "Is that a challenge, my Evey?"

Evellyn's eyes widened. "What? No!"