The only thing Mars could possibly think to do was to slam the door in his face. So he did. But then he realized that people outside in the apartment hall might hear and wonder what was going on and they'd see that godawful man dressed in that godawful dress, and so he opened the door again and he shoved him inside and he slammed the door a second time, locking it too. He was thankful, so thankful, that Rhode wasn't home and wouldn't be home for many hours because if he came home then he would have to simply commit suicide then and there.
Mars stared at Priestly for a very long time, trying his best to think about things besides how very good he looked in a dress, and how pretty he was. Instead, he decided to think about what would happen if Rhode were to come home and how embarrassed he would feel and how awful it would be.
"...I'm going to die," he muttered, absolutely horrified at the turn of events. What had he really expected to happen, though? This man was insane and he knew it. A bible spouting stripper? Of course he would do something like this. Mars had been joking.
Well.
Mars had been MOSTLY joking.
And now, worst of all, even as he tried to feel shame and embarrassment, all he really felt was arousal.