[oh, they like the cut of his jib. this doesn't really feel like acting, and for a moment they feel like they can see before them the full scope of the world that he's painting in all its rainbow hues, and even the beautiful greys in the shadowed alleyways where people take refuge from the heat, in the wings of the birds flying up and away into the clear blue sky. it's as much a fantasy for them as it is for their character, but in a far different sense. they try to force a shimmer into their eyes, as the slow realization dawns on them of what the beauty of this imagined world could be.]

You... you haven't erased it at all, have you? No, you've... you've created something more beautiful than I could have imagined. Thank you, young man, for changing this old dog's ways. [their amazement is clear, and they hold it for a moment before finally letting the character drop with a laugh of relief.]

I'm all right at it. I haven't had to perform this way in some time, and I'm usually meant to fit the role of demure eye candy. Being the bombastic villain is a little new to me.