Any urge to tell this woman his tale was easily squashed. He broke eye contact with her, turning to lift an impressively thick tome, head cocked to the side as he read the title. "...this is your dwelling, then?" he asked quietly, absently flipping the cover over gingerly with his taloned finger. "For not being of this world, you have settled in fairly well." Not lifting his head from its bowed position, his eyes snapped up from the book to meet her eyes, the distrust in them quite noticeable.