[he says those words, almost sound dismissive at her efforts, but she can feels his emotions; he does appreciate what she's doing here. she sits a little closer to his knees, watching as he adjusts it over himself. it's practiced—the way he put it on—and he somehow seems more comfortable in it than anything else; even more than the tie and suit.

she isn't sure on the 'terrifying', but—]

I'm trying to see where the Devil Boy comes from.

[well, it's probably just more to do with attitude than looks, right? wanda leans in close, a hand on his chest, and presses a kiss to his lips.]

Let me send you a scarf, okay? Even if you could just get any old scarf you find around.