[By all appearances... the tone seems to have flown right over Jarlaxle's head. No, the drow continues to look just as cheerful as he did a moment ago, not a flicker of anything else in there.]

I don't think he needs to be put in the ground just yet, he has at least a couple of days before the mold starts to kick in. But maybe then he'll at least be chromatically more accurate.

[The brigand indicates a spot beside him.]

An architect, are you?