Webster looks Gwen up and down as she sits. "Those aren't jorts," he says as dismissively as he can muster. She looks great, but he can't tell her that. His tone and small smile probably betray the truth, though. He looks at the pant bottoms in her hands. "A phoenix rises from the ashes," he says, in defense of his aesthetic choice. "So too do my jorts rise from the ashes of full pants."