Jay chokes out a hollow, almost soundless laugh that sounds like a sob. He knows Neffa means well, with that line about gods, but that is cold comfort.

"Darling," he says. "My gods both hate my goddamn guts, I'm pretty sure. Being spared now means a worse fate later."

He looks up into Neffa's face, seeking comfort and reassurance and only then starts to really take in Neffa's costume as a whole and it baffles him. He's vain, to be sure, but not narcissistic enough to quite make the connection.

"Er, forgive me the bluntness," he says, thickly, through a nose full of snot "but what the hell are you dressed as? Why are there blue dots on your face?"