[ he takes a swift, sudden step toward the young mortal, black nails plucking at his sleeve, single eye sweeping over the robes in question before lifting to meet his glance. ]

I don't, [ he begins, amusement returning to his mouth, ] make it a habit of taking tea in caves.

[ his fingers slide away again. ]

Ask me again if you should see me once more. Perhaps I'll have changed my mind.