"Hm..." Well, the attachment could do no harm, and he'd rather have his eyesight if he were to unleash that second personality onto the world. Dr Crane set his book on the arm of the chair. "Will you meet me in the ballroom, then? I suspect my blindness will have faded again by then. It comes and goes."

(Scarecrow had always found something incredibly satisfying in dishonesty that always tells the truth. It was so much more challenging than simple lies.)