Ah, fae. Such fickle things, apparently, no matter the location or the species. Joker huffs out a quiet laugh as they move away, although his attention is clearly brought back to Julien. There's a surprised blink at the introduction but, quick enough, he grins right back.

"Joker, also still pretty human despite all the evidence ta the contrary. Stage Manager, so you've probably heard my name around." He offers his good and only hand, even though it's made of wood in that strange natural twisting way instead of anything polished. "Just Joker. Nothin' more or less, never had any name before it."