There goes his dumb smile. It is replaced instead with a mild, reproachful glare. He has no doubt about the loyalty of his crew, but it is the principle of the thing.

"How dare you. My loyal carnival of leprechauns and ugly immortal clown assholes has nothing to do with the rainbowsworn elf-trapped idiots. And neither do these guys? Like. My point isn't to not be sly. That's important. Just. Why even be 'coy' when we're sitting around having a fiesta party of eye-rolling. Unless the Mage guy starts trying to eat us?

"Be a man. Say what you really think. Except to their faces."