Re: Department Store Sex Warning, friends.
Feeling like he was going to look like an idiot trying to struggle back into that fitted suit without knowing what he was doing, he decided to stick with clothes of the rack, and for no reason at all he flipped through the offerings, finally choosing a dry-fit. He miscalculated on the first try and picked one too small, but by the time she was back in her corset, he was facing her in a runner's attire, all heavy muscle and lean, unapologetic lines. He was pretty sure the fancy man of wealth didn't ever show off his body this way, and he was right. Stepping carefully around the strewn leaves, he retrieved the hero's belt and put it on again, careful with that in a way he was not with the heap of fitted kevlar.
Turning to face her again, the solemn mien broke a little into an arch of both brows when she touched his face. The smile never made an appearance as he realized a second later, with a little bit of a jolt, that she didn't really think she was touching him at all. The scowl actually got a little deeper into both corners of his jaw, as many dark thoughts had similar immediate affects. Being in someone else's body was not as fun as it had been before. He didn't much get a chance to make the kiss worth anything.
He pulled back to get a look at her face, and real discomfort flickered there. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" he joked, confident enough to know that it didn't suck, thanks. Not bad suck. He would have much rather have left, taken the bat bling and got out of there, but he couldn't quite make himself do it. He sighed, put an arm around her, and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. Sex was much easier.