Jay considers this. It's a very good point, though he admits that a little grudgingly. He is the smart one. He should be coming up with unusual insights.

"Of course, sweetness," he says, "for, ah, a certain definition of art— certainly, my trade is artistic, in a sense, though it's a brutal kind of thing. But it does require steady hands." He's slipped easily into his usual purring tones, half-bragging, half-flirting without even thinking about it. The hat must be having an effect.