
Do I even need to write any words here? WORDS. WRODS. He's spending all that time on his collar, but meanwhile his "sultry" face reads more like a pouty dudebro.

"We need more eye contact, Jon. Just really stare -- no, no, now you look startled. Think SEXY. Staring DEEP into my soul."

"Shit, now you look like you're fantasizing about eating my pancreas. Maybe we shouldn't do full-on to camera."

"That's right, baby. Are you cold? Are you too hot to handle? Are you hugging yourself while imagining it's your lady? SELL IT, JOHN FRANCES BONGIOVI JR."

I will never, ever NOT laugh at this photo. Alec Such looks like their regular bandmate was indisposed and they sent a replacement who'd been working at the Stardust in Vegas.
