It might not matter when a person has died, but while they are alive, there is brilliance in living. [Her cynicism is met with Wriothesley's optimism. It isn't that he isn't a realist. People will die and those that lived pitiful, sad lives will die just the same as those who lived a rich, comfortable life. But he doesn't care to linger on the dead, instead, focusing on those that are still alive. People who still had lives to live out.

Ah, but you know what's dead? That dress. Wriothesley can only watch as she tears the dress apart in the store. He guesses the way she talks has been enough indication that her familiarity (or care) for social norms merely doesn't exist. A glance at any of the workers and seeing their expression is enough for him to know that this is probably going to be Guideau's first and last time in this store.]

Right... [He'll...step away to grab her a pair of earrings. In that period of time, he'll bow his head at the worker, who looks like they're about to faint, and quickly pay for the ruined dress and earrings he had plucked off display. The quicker he can usher her out of the store the better. Probably.

He comes back and places the earrings in her hand.] Here.