"You don't need one." Phil is resigned to being called Phillip for awhile. Clint will draw that out until he gets bored of it. It doesn't bother him. Strangely it makes him think of getting in trouble as a child. "You're already slim."

He looks over Clint's shoulder as Leah returns with a few bolts of fabric, mostly dark greys and rich purples. He tilts his head so that Clint will turn around though it's likely he's seen her in the mirrors already.

"Come here," she orders as she sets the fabrics down. "Test the weight of these in your fingers and see what you'd like to wear."

Phil steps back and gestures for Clint to go. "I'll pick from what you'd like to wear."