[ By blinks innocently, plucking at his florid waistcoat. ]

But this flatters my skin tone. I know it does. My tailor told me so.

[ But he leaves off with the vamping after a moment, settling back into his chair with a frown. ]

But that doesn't sound right, does it? I mean - I've dreamed in the past that I spontaneously grew wings and took flight. And I've certainly never seen that before.