Jono wasn't sulking, but lord, he was tempted. He might've, even, if he thought for a moment that it would do him any good.

//It's less about the image of it,// he admitted, after a moment. //I just never much saw the point. A manicure isn't going to last long on a guitarist, a massage would involve scaring the shite out of any masseuse that asks me to take my wrappings off, and so on. Just seemed like more trouble than it was worth.//