It's a trip for Solo to be putting on a bonna fide superhero costume, though he doesn't realize in this moment that's what it is. All that he's managed to observe is that this is far more tight than anything Han has ever had to wear. Though, to his credit, he fills the outfit out pretty well - considering that it was meant for another man altogether.
"Oh, I'm secure, sweetheart." Han murmurs, still half way through refastening his gunbelt. It doesn't particularly match the rest of the aesthetic, but it's not like he had any intention of leaving the DL-44 behind. "It doesn't get much more secure than me."
The body language that Natasha, though much less overt than it was on the ship, is once again suggesting that she likes what she sees. It's less the male response and more the fact he knows her that tells him as much. Even as the words are saying that it's the wrong time to be wearing it.
"Who's outfit is this?" He says after a lengthy pause. One long enough to make it clear that he wasn't sure about asking it.
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"Oh, I'm secure, sweetheart." Han murmurs, still half way through refastening his gunbelt. It doesn't particularly match the rest of the aesthetic, but it's not like he had any intention of leaving the DL-44 behind. "It doesn't get much more secure than me."
The body language that Natasha, though much less overt than it was on the ship, is once again suggesting that she likes what she sees. It's less the male response and more the fact he knows her that tells him as much. Even as the words are saying that it's the wrong time to be wearing it.
"Who's outfit is this?" He says after a lengthy pause. One long enough to make it clear that he wasn't sure about asking it.