"I didn't hate it. It needed improvements. I did those improvements, which you seem to hate!" It's a bit laughable that this is even a concern right now. It shouldn't be. The house is changed and either they adapt together or they both miserably yell at each other. The honeymoon certainly is over.

At least the shirt and the pants do seem to fit as he hastily slips them on. That's a positive, isn't it? Not so much the way the legs seem a bit too long and the shirt seems longer than he's used to. "I'm dressed."

Probably far from decently. He huffs and shifts his weight a bit, looks himself over in a nearby window. It's-- strange. He can pick out some of his own features in there, softened and more feminine but still his. But it still doesn't quite feel like he's looking at himself, not really.

"How are you unchanged?" And presumably Oeznik as well, considering there hasn't been any confused older woman busting in yet. The cat is probably still the same, but Zemo isn't keen on catching him to check either.

"None of this makes sense. I was fine when I went to sleep."