Meanwhile, Emcee feasts on his pizza, trying not to burn his tongue on the melted cheese, because that would suck.

When Jay reappears, he turns to him, and--

"Oh my god," he half-gasps, an expression of utter delight on his face.

"You look incredibly hot, darling." He takes his arm and touches the braces, fascinated by the material. "What is this made of?"