The fingers of Allen's right hand self-consciously touch the bioluminescent lines below his right eye. The parasitic feathers twitch involuntarily. He's only frowning slightly when he replies, "This isn't my Innocence. Fae magic changes you. These were the first."

He's going to leave that vague enough to make Tyki wonder what else has changed. Not in an effort to drive him mad, but because he doesn't want to extrapolate on it. He's referring to his changeling form in Portland, but just thinking about that version of himself, the kind of person he was, is embarrassing. The thought flashes clear across his features.

He's not playing with a Poker face today. He's still a little raw. Careless.

Rather than incite a scowl, like one might expect talk of murder would, it only draws Allen's brow together, irritated and sad and bemused all at once. "Your contract should only be for a year. There's so much more you could do here."