"Yes, dear, but Fuck if I want to wear them all the time," Jack murmured with a tiny grin, sitting back up and swatting at Greg, "You're just saying that because I touched your penis, Greg House," He teased, shaking his head, "And if we're swapping compliments, and because you touched my penis, I think you're gorgeous, drag or not, and Ray should be tapping that every night at least twice," Leaning over a bit to look at himself in the side mirror, Jack scowled, "God, I'd forgotten how mascara can be such a bitch..."