He was slowly gathering that Malcolm was definitely not one of the FBI agents who kept their firearm on them. The call to Gil only make his smirk break into a grin as his hands loosely found his hips and he forgot about the still hidden suit to ear hustle on Malcolm's side of the conversation.

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle. He'd only been doing this for 20 or so years but he didn't blame Malcolm for checking with his cops. "I'm sure my badge will suffice as my gun's invite to the party."

He sighed at the suit again before bending over and unzipping it to pull the tux out. "I hope this thing came with shoes."