He supposed he could... No, they would just come back. Surgical caps? That'd be such a hassle and the first time he really let go, they'd probably just pop off. He was so annoyed by the whole damned thing. Focus on the easy conversation. "The seventeenth," he answered the easiest question first. He remembered it because of a couple of different saint's days but he didn't mention that. Other than that, his birthday had meant very little in the past century. Now that he had Amadeus, he was going to milk that shit for all it was worth.
Setting everything down, he pulled off the gloves he was wearing and left them behind. For a moment, he sat with his hands together as he considered Amadeus. Then he got up and crossed over to his lover's chair and settled, straddling his lap. "Striptease. Like a good striptease - not a jokey one," Ariel looked Amadeus up and down, grinning sharply.