"It's nice to know that Darrow at least has a sense of humor. Or irony." Unconcerned with his own changes—Rat isn't suffering and so he's not worried—he keeps his attentions on Marius, still playing with the luxurious red hair. Delicate, with faint freckles and wide eyes, he is just as beautiful to Rat and while he's bemused by the situation, he isn't surprised that Marius still holds his eyes and heart.

"You look like a Pre-Raphaelite painting," he says, carelessly shifting over to pull Marius into his arms so that he can braid out of Marius' eyes. "Do you think the staff will refuse us room service now that we've changed? Or will a hefty tip suffice?"