[Thank fuck. As soon as that level of obvious desperation and weird shit had come out of his mouth he'd been hoping that Bro wouldn't comment on that part of it either. Looks like he's getting unusually lucky here today. Or maybe he's obvious as hell and Bro knows all of it. Not like he's ever been able to tell.]

Come on, man. Plumage is important shit but I can't be expected to be preening one hundred percent of the time when it's breezy out and my feathers are copping it constantly. There's attention to appearance and then there's trying too hard. Besides, chicks always dig the windswept look.

[Still completely linefaced, he rakes back his hair with his talons to emphasise. Clearly he's a chick magnet at all times, regardless of preening intensity.]