Yes.

[ She is having fun, and that realization overwhelms her to the point that Clea turns away from the man, twisting her abdomen so she can hide her face in case her body opts to do something overwhelmingly inappropriate or embarrassing. (Such as crying.)

She's having fun. She can still have fun. Not everything has been ruined. Irrevocably Tainted.

By the time she turns back to Gustave, Clea has pasted an easy, lazy smile on her face, seemingly appreciative of the compliment. She had done beautifully. It is always a pleasure to be so recognized. Clea stretches, arching her back and stretching her arms above her head, enjoying the rush before leaning forward to also stretch her legs. The burn reminds her that, everything else aside, for now she is alive.]

If the reward's purpose is to please me, I'd much rather see you in a swimsuit than myself.

[ He is in a rather terrible state, but Clea has an artist's eye. The potential is more than there. Give him a bath, wash his hair, and he'd come out quite nicely. ]

Giving me a swimsuit is a reward for everyone else. That hardly seems fair.

[ She pulls one of the little cactus statues out of her skirt and reaches up an arm, offering it to the man. For reminding her that there is still fun.

Hmm.

These would make good Nevrons. She'd just need to change... and that...yes...that would work...]