[ What in the flying fuck. Preening one second and chastising herself the next. He is leaving as soon as he can, god damn it.

Wait. Wait. ] Wait, so, you're -- Caster? [ See through his facade, m'am. ] The Caster? Idolized? [ Said, so dryly. ] World famous. [ He leans in, bringing a hand by his mouth, palm flat. ] Though, would that be talking about before? As Ke$ha put it, you are who you are. [ And then leaning back up. ] But, whatever. You're you and that was all something else.