Peasant

Doryan: What's up with your cape? Sharkey: Lovely, isn't? I borrowed it from a cult- Doryan: Why does it fold like that? Every step you take, it folds all weird. Sharkey: Oh. I dunno! Too much starch, maybe? Doryan: What does your diet have anything to do with it? And your tail! Sharkey: No no, dearest Doryan, see when you press- wait, what? Doryan: Look at it! Every step you take, it vanishes into your pants! Sharkey: Well, I can't exactly look at it that easily, it's my tail! Doryan: It's not just your tail though, your entire lower back above your waist keeps popping out. Sharkey, is that a glamour? Sharkey: Yes, I do look rather nice do I? Doryan: No, you creep! You're wearing an illusion right now! Sharkey: What? No! No, no, no. No. No. Doryan: ... Sharkey: Yes. Doryan: Are you kidding me? Out in public, in the middle of Lion's Arch!? Sharkey: Its ok, I'm a mesmer! I got this! Doryan: I don't care! Smodur's right eye, are you wearing anything right now? Sharkey: Of course I am! Watch! Crowded street of onlookers: *gasp* Doryan: SHARKEY WHAT IN THE REALM OF TORMENT!? Sharkey: See? The cape's real. Doryan: The cape was all that was real! Put that illusion back on, right now! Sharkey: Oh, come on, first you're creeped out about it, now you want it back on? Make up your mind! Doryan: The guards are coming! Sharkey: I'm just saying, if you'd be a little more conscious of a mesmer's magic and their capabilities then- Doryan: SHARKEY! Sharkey: All right, all right! Sheesh.