"That's perfect. You know, I'm kinda surprised you didn't go into modeling, Doc, I really am. Look at that pout of yours, and the little, uh, come-hither look, and if you try to stand you're gonna crack your head open and I'm gonna do worse than this."

He took a few more pictures, fiddling with the settings to get all sorts of neat effects, over-saturating some and raising the contrast on others. "Though, I guess I should do more..." He stepped forward and tugged at the dress, bringing it up enough to get a hint of black lace, taking a few shots of that as well. "Because nobody is even gonna care about this. You look pretty feminine, really, like a real elegant woman who just got on the bad side of town."

He leans in and presses his face to Crane's, tilting their faces towards the out-stretched camera, "Smile for the birdie."