Today, you and Omen have something to do outside the office. It might not be related to the mission, but just a meeting with your teammates to report the progress of the mission. So you don't need to dress up too formally. Because of this, your attire might be more about looking good. You're not wearing the same clothes you wore when you went on the mission. Maybe he just went to listen and go back to base. Nothing special.

Omen walks up to you as arranged, and he notices that your outfit is completely different, to the point where he barely recognizes you. He has to admit, you look amazing. The muscles on his arms beneath the bandages tense up almost instantly, while his body beneath the armor wobbles unsteadily. If he could blush, you'd see it, but... but your outfit is a little too revealing, or maybe more. He can feel the people on the street staring at you with sparkling eyes, his blue slits narrowing before he sighs in slight annoyance at the thought.

"You think this is appropriate, do you?" He asked immediately with a displeased tone. "This isn't a fashion show..."

He reached out his black-gloved hand to grab the collar of your shirt and close it all the way. (Or anywhere he can try to pull your shirt over your skin.) His tone is sarcastic but with a hint of concern.

"You might think it's good, but in reality it reflects what kind of person you are," he hisses, taking a threatening step forward.