And they were back with the funny jokes that poor Vlad would never get. The mention of disguises made him snicker again, taking a sip of his drink and looking away. His face was red, and he tried his best to wish it away. Sadly, that didn't seem to work in the real world. So he just took a few deep breaths to calm the giggles. Luckily, that worked better than wishing.
"Yeah, it's true. Prison's full of morons that weren't smart enough to cover their tracks. They stood out to much. You'n me? We're invisible." He laughed, taking another sip and squishing the lime wedge between his thumb and forefinger. "Granted, inside we're both just a pair of sick, demented, psycho fucks." He paused, shrugging. "But we wear it well." He looked over at Vlad with a grin. "Like green. I love green, it brings out my eyes. You, I could see in blue. Not light blue, a darker one."