[Tohri preens. Literally preens, I mean, he takes his beak through the black-and-green feathers at the base of his neck.]

I'm an artist. It's called on me to be honest, or what's the point?

Well, of course, everybirdie has his or her own sensibilities and I must acknowledge the bias of my species. [He's a golden pheasant. His health and attractiveness are tied to the state and vividness of his feathers.] That said: more. Always more! Everybirdie I know is so subdued!