He won't push it; she just seems like a fun sort given she feels free to pinch asses. C'mon. Phil only looks like he's a boring guy. He would never pick someone with no sense of humor to be in charge of suits.
Clint supposes, anyway. He doesn't really know a lot of things. He knows he looks good, in general. He knows he looks good in certain pieces of clothing. He knows he likes comfort and has a collection of telling flannel at home, plain colored tees, some okay but nothing special jackets, well worn jeans, jeans that hug him in all the right places for nights out on the town--and sure, a suit he thinks he looks decent in.
He never wore things that made him stick out growing up. And on the job, he's for the most part not meant to be seen, dark, tactical. Doesn't have any habit of going to galas. Practical and comfy has always been the thing.
Anyway. He has no idea how serious any of this is being taken, and he's trying not to pout in the mirror. "I'm down for whatever you want to try so long as I don't look like a groomsman or like I'm going to prom." He can see the way this energetic old lady heaves upward like she's about to let out the longest sigh of frustration. "Which, obviously, you would never let happen." To placate. "Is a vest going to restrict my range of motion?"
The sigh has at least been set aside if not altogether aborted, and her eyes are frankly huge behind those distorting lenses. "We would, of course, make comfort a priority along with looks. It isn't a corset, and while that might be a nice choice for some fine young men, you don't seem to have the structure for it."
Clint blinks and looks down at himself. There's a structure? For wearing corsets? Is that a thing that even would have ever crossed his mind?
"How much motion are you planning on doing at this black tie?"
"Well," he says smoothly, recovering, "there's always dancing." Part of him thinks a vest is a little much. But also, he thinks a tie is a little much. But two things make him realize he should be open to the possibility: Phil's suggestion of a black tie event, and the fact that the more layers he has on, the more Phil has to put in the fun work of undressing him.
And maybe they don't have to potentially ruin so many of Phil's ties.
"I guess," with less confidence but actually trying this time, "if we're going with a dark color, a little color to pop so it doesn't look same-y makes sense. If we do that, though, pinstripes might make it look really busy?" That is a reasonable and vaguely fashion-conscious thing to say, right?
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Clint supposes, anyway. He doesn't really know a lot of things. He knows he looks good, in general. He knows he looks good in certain pieces of clothing. He knows he likes comfort and has a collection of telling flannel at home, plain colored tees, some okay but nothing special jackets, well worn jeans, jeans that hug him in all the right places for nights out on the town--and sure, a suit he thinks he looks decent in.
He never wore things that made him stick out growing up. And on the job, he's for the most part not meant to be seen, dark, tactical. Doesn't have any habit of going to galas. Practical and comfy has always been the thing.
Anyway. He has no idea how serious any of this is being taken, and he's trying not to pout in the mirror. "I'm down for whatever you want to try so long as I don't look like a groomsman or like I'm going to prom." He can see the way this energetic old lady heaves upward like she's about to let out the longest sigh of frustration. "Which, obviously, you would never let happen." To placate. "Is a vest going to restrict my range of motion?"
The sigh has at least been set aside if not altogether aborted, and her eyes are frankly huge behind those distorting lenses. "We would, of course, make comfort a priority along with looks. It isn't a corset, and while that might be a nice choice for some fine young men, you don't seem to have the structure for it."
Clint blinks and looks down at himself. There's a structure? For wearing corsets? Is that a thing that even would have ever crossed his mind?
"How much motion are you planning on doing at this black tie?"
"Well," he says smoothly, recovering, "there's always dancing." Part of him thinks a vest is a little much. But also, he thinks a tie is a little much. But two things make him realize he should be open to the possibility: Phil's suggestion of a black tie event, and the fact that the more layers he has on, the more Phil has to put in the fun work of undressing him.
And maybe they don't have to potentially ruin so many of Phil's ties.
"I guess," with less confidence but actually trying this time, "if we're going with a dark color, a little color to pop so it doesn't look same-y makes sense. If we do that, though, pinstripes might make it look really busy?" That is a reasonable and vaguely fashion-conscious thing to say, right?