I chuckle at your words and run my fingers through my beard. "I think this did a lot of the work for me in the audition, but you're kind to say so. You make a very convincing beauty."
I follow you out onto the street, breathing in the smell of the city. It's different to my birthplace, less salt and brine, but still feels like home. I do my best not to think about the building we're walking out of though, given its prestigious position.
"Oh, I've no doubt we'll put on a good one. We'll just have to hope that we get a good audience."