Niccolo examined the dress thoughtfully, cigarette dangling precariously between his lips as he muttered something inaudible. "Do you like this one? Put a bit of effort in," he frowned in disapproval, "You're meeting my family, love. You need to look your best," He insisted, as he pushed the dress into your hands, and pulled multiple dollar bills out his pocket. "It's nice. We'll buy it, whether you like it or not," Niccolo decided inconsiderately.