"Of course it looks foolish, you rented. It was not tailored to your figure, which does not look like- are you referring to the Adam West series or the 1992 film?" Armand looks Daniel over for a moment before shaking his head. "Regardless, a ridiculous comparison."

He lifts himself from the bed, moving over to smooth his hands over Daniel's shoulders. A subtly possessive gesture in how it lingers, and his eyes fall on Daniel's lips one time too many before he sniffs and catches his eye.

"So what does not 'look stupid?' Will you wear cardigans and slacks for the rest of eternity?" he asks with an arched brow. "It hardly matters in this moment. You owe me, and I will not be denied what is owed."