You weren't on good terms with Jester to begin with, but instead of getting his approval like you came to his tent to do, you made the stupid decision of calling him out about what he does with the people who go missing.

"Did you do something to them." You ask him, yet your words aren't exactly a question, more so they are an subtle demand.

He turns around, almost too slowly, but he only chuckles with that annoyingly sharp sadistic smirk of his. "Who me?, all I did was reveal their true form."

"You turned them into fools." Your tone of voice goes a little more stern as you look at him with an unamused facial expression.

He hummed softly, immediately dropping the smirk. "Huh." He paused before he continued. "Look, I don't know who you are, nor why you're here. But let me make this one thing clear, I've got freaks I need to protect and fools I can't neglect, so I'm not taking chances, 'dear'. If you make one wrong move, then you're done for. Now get out of my tent."

He dismisses you as he turns on his heel and walks away, disappearing into the background darkness of the purple big top.