Greg gave Jack a look, muttering 'I saw that' at him before letting himself be fawned over in the dress. "Yes, well, waxing's going to cost you extra. But is it me?" He watched Jack hesitate about touching him, and instead went to fiddle with the neckline himself, figuring it might put Jack a little more at ease.
"It completely takes away any sense of 'ass' that I had though;" He turns awkwardly, as if trying to see his own ass. "I suppose most women wouldn't complain, but..."