[Shit, the wicked relief that floods him is enough to make him wet himself, and he's come close to that enough times in this outfit. He offers Crow a barely-there, pointy little smile.]

I suppose if you need lessons in how to make others miserable, I could oblige you. But I don't think that's what... other other-you has in mind.

[It's a hell of a concept, though. Just saying something when he's pissed off. Confronting people when they're out of line, instead of having to cloak it all in saccharine smiles. Imagine if you could live like that.]

Are you going to do it? Show your friend the error of his ways? [Please do it, Crow. Please let him watch. Let him film it.]