He was there. What more could she ask? More, of course. Which is why he had trimmed, brushed, polished and preened himself and everything on his person. What he didn't understand was that it wasn't like they were seeing anyone they didn't see everyday. Why spruce yourself up to the point of being unrecognizable for a bunch of saps that you had to look at every hour of every damned day?
Because. That's why. And when Eva had so kindly asked Mort to be her date, he accepted all the bad along with the good. Thusly, he'd located a suitable tuxedo. And gotten a haircut. And shaved. He still didn't look half as flashy as all the X-Blokes, but he didn't think Matrix minded. Hell, she had asked him after a double-duty guard shift. He hadn't looked very pleasant. And he was starting to get the feeling he would do anything she asked of him. It pissed him off a little bit. On the other hand, as he looked to his side at the colorful girly on his arm, he didn't feel half bad. There was a balance, right? "You sure you wanna be seen with a green mess like me?" he asked, as if giving Eva the chance to jump ship before they entered the pavilion.