Here is a promise you can treasure in return: if I find you to be false, I'll hunt you down and tear you to ribbons. I loathe few things more than impostors.

[And now the pleasantries are out of the way, he goes to switch the living room light on. No more need for dramatic mood lighting!!

... There's still feathers stuck in his ridiculous mane of hair, though. He doesn't seem to have noticed.]