Well, if Aarne was going to hug him, then Dee was going to get hugged. (fortunately, his war paint isn’t going to rub off that easily. He used setting powder on all of it.)

He probably felt a bit like an Anthean in the drummer’s grip. He was definitely thin enough to pass for one.

“A woman, I believe…” Dee was warned about him sharing a name with someone else in their entourage. They probably wouldn’t get too mixed up with the other.

He sat back down, and they were on their way again.