Malcolm playfully grabs her ass as he heads into the bathroom to take a shower. He comes out smelling like musk and dries off before pulling on a pair of boxers. Standing in front of the mirror, he brushes his teeth and then runs the electric razor over his face, just enough to cut down any excess growth to his permanent 5 o'clock shadow.

He emerges in a three-piece suit, charcoal gray with small navy stripes. When he sees Harley, he can't help but smile. This is what she picks to meet her boyfriend's father. Granted, this isn't a typical meeting. When she met Jessica, he was very concerned about her choice of outfit. For Martin, he could give a fuck. Frankly, she can make whatever impression she wants. Besides, this is who she is. There's no changing her now.

Malcolm gives her a once over. "Depends. Which collar is it?"