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.