Faux offended, he places his hand to his chest. "Are ya sayin' I'm not good lookin'?" he shoots back automatically. "Anyway, lets wait until we get there, huh? No point in fussin' about a bridge that hasn't been crossed yet. And, if it's any help, it wears off, from what I hear, if ya stay outta the carnival long enough. So if ya don't like it, at least it won't be permanent. Like...." He rolls his hand through the air a little as he tries to think of an appropriate comparison.

"A bad hair cut."