When I first saw him in the uniform, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Brains was still tweaking the specs; with each fitting his suit got a little tighter.
No room to breathe, he complained.
I don't see the problem, I thought.
He's tall and broad shouldered anyway, but the uniform just accentuates that.
Aesthetics are important.
The silver sash adds authority. The thigh strap? Functional, I dare say.
The fingerless gloves. nice touch. No pun intended. Or maybe.
Let's put it this way.
Scott Tracy is a fine figure of a man.
And how!