Jay tries to look scandalised at the pat and fails terribly. He slips off into the spare room and starts going through the stash of clothes. Combat gear, Armani suit, motorcycle gear. Ah, that might work.

He comes back to Emcee dressed in skin tight black jeans, fabric shot with something metallic that catches the light when he moves, an equally tight blood red sleeveless muscle top that rides up to show off the skin of his hips, motorcycle boots and forearm braces that look like leather but have that same woven-in metallic glint. Tough and a little exotic.

"Think I'll pass?"