[It's no use. There's just no point in trying to keep composed and classy around Joker—I mean, yeah, Alois has trouble with that anyway, but Joker can throw him for such a loop... The brush of his feathers, soft like angels that never cared. The pomp in his face, which makes Alois self-conscious; Alois thinks Joker pulls it off much better than Alois ever could himself. Alois hates feeling inept, like a kid.

But, like a kid, he rears back, face animated in his fluster. His mouth is open and his eyebrows are knitted in a scandal.] Oh, come on, it was a total lie! Anyway, I'm just saying, you're the showy type, you know?! People like that, I suppose, but it's sooo immodest!

[He regrets everything that comes out of his mouth, immediately.]