She has a point. A disturbed and ridiculous point, but a good one none the less. Kyle frowns at her to make a silent statement of such before he nods at the dress, forcing his mood to lighten again as best he can. Not quite smiling, but not tense either.

"They don't need to kill to survive," he says as a point of clarification, a question without exactly asking. "Which is it for you? You don't want to kill or you don't want to be a wolf?"

Kyle glances down and back up, admiring her again. No reason he can't multitask. "This one's more you, as long as you have someone to unzip you at the end of the night."