Godfrey eyes, bright, green and greedy are soaking it all in. It's stupid. Ridiculous even. Roman asks himself again--is he a queer or just forever meant to be strange and a mockery of the conventional.

"I got some cash." Which is a form of offering. Shit or get off the pot, Roman. "So I'm in. Without the dress." Big pillowed lips are returning the kind of grin.

"I can't fucking believe you're in heels."