“Well,” Nemo began with a smug smile after a brief moment of contemplation, “Let’s hope Baby Clown” – yes, the title would most certainly stick – “has a thing for vodka, weed, rock ballads, and vicious…” He paused with a shiver as he feigned a fearful recollection. “…foot rests that devour socks. I haven’t seen my sock monkey hat in a weak, you know. I think the thing’s mixed up his clothing articles. It probably won’t be long until he’s running around with my boxers.”
Nemo took a long drink from his beverage before leaning further over Jack’s shoulder to examine more closely the photograph she held. “She looks kinda like you. A lot like you, actually. How you related? You said you had a brother?” He asked, thus making his curiosity painfully apparent. He was intrigued, to put it mildly, for it was a privilege to be permitted so much as a glance at those responsible for the mighty Jack Dyllan, due to said woman’s stubborn and relatively bitter nature. “We’re really gonna screw this kid up,” He added with a regretful nod of his head, which hastily became one of approval with a flick of his eyebrows and a curt "hm."
"Oh, really?!"
Nemo shrugged his shoulders and drew a step backward in his state of confusion, oblivious to the evidence that he had mistakenly left behind, “What?!” He retorted in a similar tone to Jack’s.