"Thank you," he says, glancing down at himself. "Tony does have an eye for this sort of thing."

When he fastens the buttons, they stop just short of constricting his range of motion. Of course Tony would have calculated that, expecting him to do anything and everything, up to and including fistfights with vampires, while wearing this. The front of the coat comes together almost seamlessly when he stands still; when he moves, the scales glide past each other with hardly a click.

"Shall we? He must have set up the downstairs workshop for testing."