Fuck, uh. [He wants to immediately put the illusion back up, but it's a waste of a spell slot, so he just scrubs a hand over his face instead.] Those liches I told you about? The shitty ones, unlike my rad lich sister. They had this whole deal going on where they fed off suffering, and we needed to get through their creepy neon dungeon which meant... giving things up, to them. They took my dashing good looks or whatever.

["or whatever", as though he doesn't care.]