Angelo had a lot of opinions about the outfit, none good. It was terrible for the weather and even worse for hiding weapons. But he was still indulging the Alpha, and he really liked Nikolai buying him things. "It's fine." He mumbled, replying positively despite the disapproval on his face.
Nikolai grinned, keeping to himself that he had filled up the assassin's wardrobe with more clothes. "Need help getting dressed?" He offered, even though it was basically shooting himself in the foot.
Angelo didn't grace him with a response, turning away to focus on dressing up. The pants fit perfectly, snugly hugging his thin waist. When he was all dressed, he moved to the coat with a frown, trying it on.
A quick trip to the floor-length mirror at the end of the room solidified his disapproval of the coat. It looked like something Silvia would wear, the soft fur dyed dark blue to match his dress shirt.
