As superficial as the Emcee claims to be, outward appearances count for nothing in the end. He still manages to see the beauty in everyone.

With a low, petulant groan, he reluctantly eases himself off Jay's lap, breaking contact.

"I suppose we ought to. Just...in a minute or two? I feel the need to...bask, or something." He chuckles breathily.

He then turns and stretches out on his back, the grass and earth on his bare skin. And he exhales a deep sigh, stretching his arms up over his head, staring at the sky framed with a fringe of treetops. How he came to be here, he'll never understand, but he won't leave here the same as when he arrived.