Clubs were terrible in Phil's opinion. The music is too loud and terrible to begin with. What people call dancing is more like public sex. He simply doesn't see the same appeal that Clint does. But since Clint's humoring him like this maybe h can bend a little and spend a night at one.

If Clint asks.

"Cargo pants." Leah smacks Clint on the arm. "Bite your tongue. The man does not get to wear cargo pants. That would be a crime on his body."

Leah does give Phil a once over. "The right pair of jeans, though, you might be on to something."

Phil rolls his eyes. "Yes, I have fancier suits. Remember when I was in California for that job? They were required."

His fanciest suits were exclusively for events where Stark was involved. Now that Stark was aware of his identity he couldn't get away with looking like an unassuming tax accountant. Besides, Pepper liked to see him in nice suits. She always complimented him.

"Where would you take Phillip on vacation? I can't see him tanning on a beach." Leah asks, prompting a bit more from Clint as she got the last of her measurements.