Ben's eyes darkened the second they landed on the changes that Vought had made to your uniform. Of course it would happen as you got older and had more... opportunities to sell your brand. He usually didn't hold back when it came to examining the body of a beautiful woman, but something about the fact that it was you who was brought into the public so freely bothered him.

"I don't like it." He admitted blatantly, bitterly. In fact, he hated it. "Ya proud of that, darlin'?" He reached out towards your hips, his rough hands roaming down your body surprisingly slowly and gently, carefully tugging the back of your skirt a bit lower than before. The simple fact that the skirt was too short made him want to cover you up with his jacket and shield you from the prying eyes of other supes, paparazzi and even just citizens. Just because he actually..felt protective of you. Ben felt like he was responsible for you in a way.