He tsked. "No nononono. That won't be necessary. Not until I get a curly moustache and tie you to a train track." Clearly, he'd followed him on that train of thought--so to speak.
He touched his lips and made a face when they came away clean. "Damn. Have to put that back on later...you know, they don't make Maybelline for clowns. Anyway."
He tipped Remy's head up with his knife. "Good bone structure," he commented, inspecting his face. "Let's look at it a bit more closely, shall we?" He began to carve the flesh from his cheekbone, sliding the knife under the muscle with the precision of a surgeon. "Better hold still, or I'll take your eye out." He giggled.