"Hm." Janet gives Galahad a good, hard look. Eliot's voice floats unbidden into her brain, whispering twink, twink, twink. Yeah, she can see Imaginary Eliot's point with zero effort. Put Galahad in a mesh top, booty shorts, and body glitter, and he could walk into the club and get eaten alive. "For you? Yep, I think so."