Drake might have smirked into his beer a little. He took a swig before commenting. "Dinosaurs were very noble creatures," he quipped. Not that he had any kind of idea what dinosaurs might or not have been like. He was hardly around then, was he? Still, it seemed like the thing to say at the time. Regardless that he'd just displayed his usual un-charm with the dancing boy, Drake was in a pretty good mood, all things considered. He was finally getting out of town, he had a job and a trailer, and he wasn't going to have to constantly hide what he was. Besides, even a grouch like him could appreciate the colorful surroundings, not to mention characters. This ought to elevate anyone's spirits after years of gritty, grey city streets.
And speaking of colorful, mister dinosaur here was hurting his eyes with that eye gouging combination of colors. Well, they weren't that bad, he guessed. For a clown. The guy was definitely a clown if he was suggesting what he was suggesting. As opposed to the kid before, he glanced over at Tab with a snort and a lopsided smirk and gave him a look that said 'Really? No, really?' Clown or not, this was a face he'd certainly seen before.
"You could say that. Ain't my first time here, if that's what you mean." He furrowed his brow, still amused but curious. "You've been here a while, haven't you? Wasn't it you that put linseed oil in the old basilisk's bathwater? Old bastard was slippin' and skitterin' all over the stage for a week." If Tab remembered that, then it was definitely the same guy he was remembering from his last time in the carnival. Then again, he could be completely wrong. Or this could be that guy's son, or something.