"And I'm sure you use to play up to those peeping toms too." Jay chuckles. "I can imagine you undressing just a little slow than needed, just to give them a show."

He runs a gentle hand up Emcee's back. "Come on."

The barman's out the back in the alley, smoking a cigarette with the slow intensity of someone who only allows themselves one a day. "Hope you don't mind?" He gestures with the cigarette.