[The talk of Lovecraft piques his curiosity; Dostoyevsky had only ever told him as much as he needed to, and he only had an idea of names of the members of the Guild...but a real life monster? Now that was something. But, he supposed their own team had one of those already, in a sense.

At Poe's attempt at a joke, he gives a small laugh. He's trying at least.]

There's nothing unfair about it, really. With such a charming personality, I've got to have the looks to match! [He snickers at his own irony.] But...you're mistaken, Detective. I'm nothing like a human.

[It's said with a grin, but a bittersweet one.]

You said it yourself- I'm just a feral clown!