Emily: At least, under your cloak. (She pokes him.) Hey, what do you look like under there? Dee: Um... Emily: Are you a skeleton? What? Pull back your hood. Dee: What if it's a bad idea? Emily: Is it? I don't care, I'm curious. Dee: Well, ok then... (He pulls back his hood. He has a pale, gaunt face with sunken eyes. Emily gazes at him, head tilted.)
Dee: This is weird. Why are you looking at me like that? (He pulls his hood back up.) I'm hideous, aren't I? Emily: What? No! You're just... not a skeleton.
--- Alt text: very well, your bald disregard for consequences has convinced me