At this point in the Hell Night Adventure, Armani looks like some sort of Space Prince who barely managed to escape from his war-torn home planet. His wreath of red crystals sits neatly on his head, but he's torn a strip of shimmery burgundy fabric from his cloak to make an eyepatch to cover his black eye.

Survive the Apocalypse, but make it Fashion.

"If my spouse-to-be tried flirting with Chanel like that, I would murder them," he notes casually, already moving in closer to start touching things. He slaps a hand on his head-of-house's spiral-bound planner.