[Like someone really getting into the hang of this acting stuff, he's looking at lines before its his turn in the make up chair. He sets the script down, crosses his legs and lets her pull him to look up by the chin.]

Some kind of elf.

[He doesn't say more than that because the script of the film is so nonsensical that he hardly knows what's going on in the plot despite having read the entirety of it at least twice. Whoever wrote the damn thing might have fallen asleep midway through and just kept typing.]

For costume? I don't think they care. As long as there's skin showing.. [Vanitas shrugs, looking at the girl then doing a bit of a double take.] You seem a little young to be doing work like this.