Enoch rolls his eyes. "My sister. She threatened to choose my outfit; this was the compromise." He's never cared about Pride, which he knows is a character defect, but being gay is a fact to him, not an achievement. Enoch had simply conducted an experiment in grad school in which he'd kissed a large and varied pool of candidates, tallied the results, and came to an objective conclusion. The only part that had bothered him was that Gavin and Crysta had both figured it out before him.

He doesn't care about Pride, but he's noted multiple people calling his appearance "cute" tonight, a word rarely ever used for him. He's not sure how he feels about it. He's not sure how he feels about Raine saying it. Not negative, which is—fine. (He registers Raine tensing up, but just files that away. Raine does that every time Enoch gets close to him. It doesn't even bother him anymore.)

Enoch gives his slider a little shake, vanishing the glitter from it. "You went blond again," he observes, before taking a bite.