"Either that or call me a poof, dear, it's up to you!" Jack shrugged, an odd look on his face that was a cross between a grin and a sort of wince at the word as he headed for the mirror to do his makeup.
"You know, darling," He spoke as he put on his eyeshadow, "I used to wear eyeliner all the time but grew out of it. Who knew I'd be doing it again and with a man with one leg and the face of the man I loved? What a story." He glanced over his shoulder once his eyes were done up and smiled at Greg, "If I were a breeder, I'd tell it to the grandkids someday. I'll stick to telling it to make things awkward at dinner parties, I suppose."