Frederick couldn't help but notice the near suspicious staring as Jamie studied his face, and he felt suddenly self-conscious, which was very unusual for him. "Yeah, I know. I look like a freak now," he said with a self-deprecating shrug, blinking his eyes a lot as if he could wish them away. "And this hair? Doesn't take well to dyeing. I tried it, and in a few days the pink starts coming back. Brown looks like pink shit. Blonde looks like I've had a head wound. I finally gave up..." he babbled, filling the silences. He suddenly stopped and grinned.
"Wait... You saw my movies?" he interjected, sounding like he felt, equal times mildly embarrassed and inordinately pleased. He laughed out loud at Jamie's imprecation. "Aw, come on! We saw each other's junk plenty back at the lake house, dude." His grin grew even wider. "I remember when I moved to Vegas and started doing the circuit I used to think, man, Kiki would make a killing stripping, what with that big ole..."