"Hurray for advanced polymorphing!" Wally cried in an especially girly squeal though there was no evidence of shapeshifting. He actually was pretty good at voice mimicry all on his own.
He snorted at Tabby's comment. It was like she could read minds and with this lot, that was entirely possible... He didn't really care though. He had absolutely nothing to hide. His eyebrows shot up at her question of cash and and then Adam's addition to it. "I usually recite Shakespeare or some other bit of poetry that seems appropriate actually," he smirked faintly, holding his hands up in finger guns and winking cheekily.
"No they don't," he agreed with Tabby with a wistful sigh. They didn't make a lot of things like they used to but he wasn't going to get into his desires to single-handedly revive Vaudeville. "Oh hell no. I'm not Waldorf. I'm the Great Gonzo," he placed a hand on Tabby's shoulder, "This is Clara. We're in love." Poor Tabby. Getting picked on.