Gerard was a crazy man. Spencer was probably a little bit crazy, too; there was no other legitimate explanation for why he was sitting quite cheerfully in the chair while Gerard fluttered around and applied lip gloss and things. Spencer thought something, very quietly, about how his sisters must never know, and then let Gerard get on with it.
"A whip?" he echoed, raising his eyebrows -- tentatively, and there was a faint shower of glitter -- and grinning. He stood up when Gerard moved and turned to look at himself in the mirror, staring for a moment and then laughing, surprised and delighted.
"Fucking brilliant," he said, and raised a hand to his face, not quite touching. He turned to Gerard, still smiling, and said, "What about you? More glitter required?"