He doesn’t quite know what to make of the Captain Marvel look. He doesn’t know anything about her world or the way that they dress on it, but he’s knows tha what she’s wearing now is probably a uniform. It’s identifiable. Form fitting in a way that flatters, but doesn’t really put her on display.

He’d probably want to ask her more about it if he’d noticed it before now, but at the moment he’s feeling a little distracted. Distracted in the very best way, but distracted nonetheless.

“Best sleep I’ve gotten in a while.” He admits between touches of their lips. “How bout you?”