Antar's looked at Shai, arched an eyebrow, and stayed himself in calm repose as she said her peace on what he was training Nil for. Finally he simply shrugged said. "Oh dear, what ever could the little one be thinking... or you be thinking for that matter? Nevermind, that's a discussion we might put off for later. So far she's only learned a bit of knifework and how to throw a punch."
Turning back towards Nil, he'd reply after using a gauntlet to muss her hair a little in a friendly manner. "Grown ups like Uncle and Auntie aren't wise to speak of such things with children, Nillie. Not even children with the ability to smell things better then adults. It's just bad manners."
Humming to himself, Antar gazed at the selections the clerk brought back. It looked large enough for the kelvic to wear for at least a year or two, as the hem length was of the rare adjustable variety, so long as one would be taking the time with undoing the pleats of the fabric. Such a dress would be useful later in life for Nil'Anon to be able to play the part of a merchant's daughter if he ever had another 'job' requiring the excisement of someone from 'high society.'
Formal wear for parties were quite easy to hide stuff within once you considered all the angles... yes it would do quite well. And it seemed at least to match little Nil's eyes... his mind began to automatically catalogue all sorts of ways the little kelvic could prove a useful distraction to anyone, an old lady, or even a guard if she pretended to be 'lost.' It would only be a matter of training after all.
Bending towards Nil'Anon, Antar brought the child a little closer to the counter to see what was presented, the small green dress with the cloak. "Is that looking good to you? It does seem to also match your eyes."
At Nil's reaction to the clerk's portrayal of the dress, Antar would either nod his approval and promptly pay for the formal looking one with his own money and the other one for daily wear out of Nil's or ask for more dresses to be shown.