[Cater is very, very used to being ogled. It really doesn't faze him anymore. Either it's welcome and exciting, or something he can very readily ignore. So, when Leona very blatantly looks over every inch of him, Cater isn't bothered by it. He's steeling himself for some kind of Leona-core commentary. Some sort of scathing comment.

But then he just says one word and Cater feels his face heating up. What kind of reaction was that supposed to be?!]

What do you mean "what"? I-It's, like, a cosplay cafe with a whole neon aesthetic so the outfits are themed, okay? It's supposed to be vibrant and fun and look cool in blacklight. Seven, this is why I cover up when I go out on break.

[Not that he's covering back up now, or anything. He raises his chin as he pouts, the submissive mark and collar much more obvious as he does.]