"If that was your aunt, I suddenly understand so much more about you. Holy christ," Even through the waxing and the prospect of getting into a dress, Greg seemed rather amused with the whole situation, watching Jack walk next to him and choosing to simply ignore the others around them. That was, until they reached the cosmetic store they were told to go to, and were ambushed by queens.
"I- oh, hell," He glanced over at Jack, hoping his bumbling articulate nature wouldn't fail him now.