Strange and his wide, mirror-covered eyes. Julien could almost believe the man is glad to see him, or thinks he is. That must mean he just has no idea what Julien did. His palps wipe his lips and withdraw so he can speak more easily.

"And there were fae in Portland, too, as I recall," he says, with no more than an edge of condescension. Julien has been good at this in the past, he wants to be good at it now. Things are better if he can be useful, and part of that means civility and good, even service. "Some things are better lost."