"I kind of want to play with his hair," Sparkle confided, looking at the sleeping blue man and grinning a little. "He's got nice hair. Which I guess is probably a requirement for the job, if you're going to be a dancer, huh? If you have hair, it's got to be good."

A beat, as Sparkle looked thoughtfully at Atton.

"Fuck. We're stowaways, aren't we?"