He holds up his hand gently in answer to Rita's question. "I am a conman. I will fit any role I have to play." But there are probably far better people willing to expend a lot more effort on this than he is.

His glamour changes rapidly right in front of their faces to that of a hobo with bottled glasses, baggy pants, a dirty appearance, and suspenders. He doesn't grin nearly as wide, looks quite messy in posture, and no longer reflects that of a cultured Victorian noble, "I could teach ya a few things. If ya need it. But this is less about being in a state of being and more of following along with a story. It's just gotta be a good one and anyone can do it."

Book? What destroyed book? He looks away from Rita to Lambert again for more answers without voicing the actual question.