[Meanness is almost comforting to him, it's what he's used to. (It doesn't shock him like actually admiring her with not one trace of malice in him. It's... alien to him, like flirting and most clothing that isn't dark colored.)

He might be busy aggressively not looking at her but he does seek peeks every once in a while. Oscar is disgusted at how beautiful she looks. Also at the stray thoughts he has that wants nothing more than to slide his fingertips down the flawless line of her back... no, no, that is awful.]

Yeah, but that means about as much a bucket of tap water in the ocean. You get them all the time.

[At the leather question, warmth comes over his face.]

Why not? You wear it sometimes when riding your bike.

[Granted some of the outfits look more suited for bdsm dunegons or at least pretty kinky mansion parties.]