Victor was feeling a bit sour that Hank had managed to drag him to a shopping mall of all places. He hated those things. They were loud, mixed with way too many scents and not to mention people always stared at him like he had two heads.
But he did begrudgingly agree that he needed a couple of good dress shirts in case he was supposed to look presentable. “Do we really gotta go into a mall? Ain’t there anymore tailors these days?”