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Tony stares at Stephen, despairing. "Is that what you're wearing?" The event is black tie. Why the hell is Stephen smothered in a thousand layers of fabric instead of decked out in a tailored suit?
Stephen looks down at his robes and frowns. “I’m representing the Masters of the Mystic Arts. My robes are absolutely appropriate for the purpose.”
The words slip out, plaintive: “I thought I was gonna get to see you in a tux.”
Stephen’s eyebrows go up. Tony, to his horror, blushes. A sly smile overtakes Stephen’s expression. “Well. I could always give you a… private show.”