"It's the same no matter where you go, I'm afraid. Morons exist everywhere." He threw his arms out into a shrug and then decided that this handsome man was not leaving his side. This 'Singer' fellow was his. "I'm Aleister. It's a real pleasure. I appreciate meeting people who don't immediately punch me or call me faggot."

He raised his hand and touched his lip with a small wince. "You said there were cool packs? Mind showing me."

That was, he could stall more time with his hunk.