"That does pose a general problem." Hannibal agreed. "But if you've got you, and him, then why does it matter what you do? Are you not two beings? You share an appearance, but I'm willing to bet that when you wander out into the night on your own this isn't how you look."
He looked at the pumpkin.
"Scarecrow, you said, no scarecrow has the face of a man. Burlap, I think it is, that they used in the fields around my home. A man of burlap and straw. I'd be more shocked to hear that you don't have a mask to complete your trick. So if you do, and nobody can know the face below, why constrain yourself?"