Mallach looks around, clearly more paranoid about that sort of thing. Once he makes sure the coast was clear though, he indulged in a guilty smile "I love pranks" he whispers, though his caution made it clear that he was one of the pranksters that never claimed responsibility, only watching his handiwork from behind crowds and what-not with a tiny grin. In response to her other question he pales a bit "I don't have much money for nice clothes, and with the scars I... I just wouldn't look right." He says, fingering the Glasgow smile extending from the corners of his mouth to the space behind his cheekbones. He was glad she hadn't brought them up though. Come to think of it, few ever did. It was like they thought looking at it was offensive to him...
