Quick eyes dart towards the movement in shadow, a split-second after the voice calls out. Just like that, it could have easily been a dagger. Needed to watch that. A lifetime of dealing with the Dimir and their ilk, he ought to know better than to stand so close to a shadowy alleyway.

And this fellow...well. All smiles now, but in much the same way as one of those slippery rogues. A smile that could just as easily come with a knife in the back. Quickly he recalls that travel between worlds isn't that well-known a concept. Wouldn't do to out himself so quickly.

Divert. Quickly.

"Ah. Must have taken a wrong turn. You know how it is. Cities like this. Where we're all from." Both brows quirk upwards. "And what about you? You stand in shadowy alleys and compliment every devilishly handsome stranger that passes by, or am I just special?"