Emcee feels the love in Jay's kiss. And he lets him kiss him that way, and-- and maybe he gives a little bit of it back.

He's feeling good now anyway, riding high on endorphins, buzzed on gin and the sound of a happy audience.

"Oh, stop," he says, patting Jay's cheek. "And by 'stop' I mean 'do go on.'"

With a giggle, he kisses him again.