[The face Julian has on his face right about now... is the face of someone who has a secret. And that secret was just found out, like a band-aid gets ripped off--fast and painful. Put in half a cup of deer-in-headlights, set to blend, and voila. Julian's face.

But he recovers remarkably, because he is Julian fucking Keller. Strangely enough, the "ha ha you're shitting me" laugh he makes and the silence after it is thick with obviousness anyway. Not that dear Julian realizes this.]

...Tha-cute, Blaire, real cute. [another swig please] I'm sure if she wasn't still getting over the Iceman... Anyway, I like my nose. [He's totally failing here okay and giving a half-hearted shrug and being all coy and it's adorable all right. And failing.] It's a nice nose.