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Oh no, honey. I think you want to take me shopping. You're awfully interested in what I'm wearing, after all.

When you walk around wearing that ridiculous catsuit that looks as though it's been sprayed on, how can I not notice? You're practically a walking underwear advert.

...is it even possible to wear underwear under that?

I've modeled in underwear ads before, actually.

And for the record. No, it binds up from all the moving. It's much more... advantageous... to leave nothing underneath to distract anyone, myself included.

...doesn't that chafe terribly?

It's a very high tech fabric. Lighter than silk and more breathable than cotton. Also bullet and knife proof.

I'm fine. It feels like I'm not wearing anything at all.

Oh, and so you're used to walking aroud naked?

Any chance I get.

*okay, that earns her a look*

...you wouldn't last five minutes on Jotunheim.

From what I hear, neither could you.

I'm from Russia. I'm used to the cold.

...and Russia is also home to ten-foot-high frost giants?

*insult him all you like, Natasha. He's refusing to be phased today.*

[headshake] I'm sure I can handle it though. The only concern I have is will I be expected to be naked when I deal with them?

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