Maybe my clothes are suspicious; and they are--for an artist.

If my conscience would allow me to make a change, but that is out of the question.
I wonder what he's making those passes in the air for, with his hands.
I seem to be the object of them.

Can he be trying to mesmerize me?
I don't quite like it.

There's something uncanny about it." The colonel muttered to himself, "It has an effect on him, I can see it myself.

That's enough for one time, I reckon.