[Ooh, fierce, that's got different connotations from the vaguely concerned looks he got from the employee who harangued him in here. He grins about it, crooked, and his gaze wanders briefly around the room at all the other bits and pieces of costuming and shiny decorations for the hosts and hostesses scattered in the space. How much of this is fierce...]

Soft is no good. Surprise me, though. I'll leave it on, I swear.

[So, like, do whatever to his general face? He's got no problem with the concept of being a host or anything else (besides a shirt), and it's not been not fun to saunter around this club a while, so far. His gaze flicks back to the other man, openly considering, while he equally openly thumbs at the corner of the cosmetic kit, sliding it back and forth a little, definitely not in an annoying way. Hmm.]

You have a clever face. Clever enough to not need to be told! Do whatever you please, but no green.

[green. he does not explain.]