Lex always wants you to look your best. As his son, you’re expected to uphold his established image. And that means suits.

It’s one of the few outings that isn’t entirely for show. Every year, as you’ve grown, he takes you to get new suits tailored.

He looks up from his phone, looking over your figure clad in a newly tailored expensive Italian fabric.

“I like that one…Suits you.” He stands, circling around. “Maybe a blue tie…”