Martin let Fabian step away and look at him. He wanted to strike a pose and settled for an awkward arms akimbo stance, still smiling and laughing. “It is a bit extreme, isn’t it? I didn’t count on the shape of my face changing so much,” he said as he rubbed his jaw thoughtfully.
He was about to say something self deprecating, but Fabian cut off that thought with his outburst. He cackled and rubbed his hands together like a mad genius, delighted Fabian made the connection. “Correcting you would have deprived the world of comedy,” he gave Fabian a gentle punch on the shoulder, “and you stroked my ego. I still look good enough to ‘get out of here’ with.”