"Sure, just gimme a year or two to grow it out for that," Sparkle said breezily. And then waved a hand at the bottle. "I'm not harping on the spider silk thing in particular, you know. I solemnly swear I would do exactly this much freaking out if you'd wrapped it in, like, skin or some kind of scale mail nightmare fashioned out of toenail clippings. Body stuff is weird."

HE HATED IT AND IT WAS AWFUL.

"Like, someone told me once that dust is mostly made of fucking skin and do you know how much I clean? Like? Do you? I do not want anything near my mouth that came off of people. Do not."

Funnily enough, his voice had dropped to a kind of hushy tone. Possibly because of a certain someone else who had attended this party.