"I mean, that would be getting you naked and tattoing Michael Guerin on your stomach and ass," he deadpans, "Didn't think you'd be into that as a concert look." He grins, though, and takes Alex's hand with both of his to raise him up, kissing the side of his cheek.

"Where do you wanna go? Leather store? Tight jeans depot? Glitter avenue?" he teases.