He was still there, and he was looking at her, but not in that barbaric manner the other men around him were, but more like he would be studying a beautiful sculpture, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
He knew it was stupid to care for someone as low and meaningless as this woman, so he was surprised by how sad her show made him feel. He felt it was all wrong, and she was too good to perform for these dogs, to humiliate herself like this.
"Bend over and spread!" a man next to him shouted at Jazz, but catching her eyes, Thomas shook his head to her, telling her she didn't need to.