Brady: *Sigh*
Laurent: Something troubling you?
Brady: Eh? Oh, no. Just... I ran across a guard a minute ago. He was hurt, so I figured I'd patch him up. But before I got a word in, he took one look at me, screamed, and then ran...
Laurent: He thought you were the enemy?
Brady: I guess?
Laurent: A ridiculous affront. You're a paragon of kindness, constantly caring for others. A jewel among our ranks.
Brady: L-Laurent...
Laurent: Though your face is regrettably... Regrettable.
Brady: Gwaugh!
Laurent: Your menacing mien hardly bespeaks a man of the cloth.
Brady: You think I need you to tell me that?!
Laurent: Truth be told, I overheard some of the locals whispering shortly after we arrived. After seeing you, they were convinced they had been beset by barbarian bandits.
Brady: Bandits?! You gotta be kidding me...
Laurent: My apologies. I ought not have put it so bluntly.
Brady: No... It's fine. Thanks for telling me straight. Guess I'd better start thinking of ways not to scare people off anymore.
Laurent: An admirable pursuit. I wholeheartedly support it.
Brady: Not sure I can really do anything about my mug, though. Hmm... Personality, then?
Laurent: A fellow's personality can be harder to change than his face in some cases. Why not focus on appearances first?
Brady: We already established I can't change my face! Whaddya want me to do here?
Laurent: There's more to a person's appearance than just his face, Brady.
Brady: Yeah?
Laurent: Absolutely. I shall take the matter under consideration and report back soon.
Brady: All right. Thanks!

Laurent: All right, Brady, let's see now. If you wish to give a positive impression, you ought first to rectify your posture.
Brady: My posture? I don't think that's such a—
Laurent: Tut tut! Stand straight and tall, and you're sure to present an air of gentle refinement.
Brady: ...If you say so. Hnngh... H-How's this?
Laurent: My apologies. Please forget everything I've said. Return to your usual stance. Quickly.
Brady: What? Why?!
Laurent: The sight of you glaring down at me from above in condescension was traumatizing.
Brady: *Sigh* You're not the first one to say so. I tried to warn you. And besides, I normally hunch over so I can talk to women and kids at their eye level. Saves a lot of cryin' for everyone involved.
Laurent: How noble! I never suspected such an altruistic-yet-practical reason for slouching. That being the case, I fear there's little to be gained from altering your posture.
Brady: That's not all you got, I hope?
Laurent: Perish the thought. What of your tonsorial choices? A spiky haircut suggests a prickly temperament.
Brady: Maybe, but I wanted a style you don't see much, so I'd be easy for you guys to spot. course, that means I'm an obvious target for our enemies too... But if I can be easy to find when my allies need me AND draw fire for 'em, I'm happy. I'd take that over blending in and letting my friends suffer any day.
Laurent: Inspiring, sir.
Brady: So that's a no on hairstyle too.
Laurent: So it would seem. I had not realized it was such a deliberate choice. Truly, you are the epitome of an ecclesiast.
Brady: I dunno what that means, but thanks.
Laurent: However, I fear that leaves us with little room to alter your appearance. It would seem that in the end you're best served by remaining as you are at present.
Brady: What, hated and feared by strangers?
Laurent: Respected and loved by all who know you for who and what you are. I believe it only a matter of time before everyone else realizes your innate goodness.
Brady: Yeah? Huh. when you say stuff like that, somehow it's weirdly convincing. Well, good, then! I guess I'll stick with the way I am now. Thanks, Laurent!
Laurent: My pleasure.
Brady: All right, you bruise piles! Who wants some of this healing staff action first? Eh?! EH?!
Laurent: Erm, Brady? Perhaps just a SLIGHT change in tone might be in order...