In transforming from being fully raven to the form of a man--gold sparkling dust floating in the air before vanishing from anyone's sight--his ears didn't have to be as keen as a hawk's to hear the feminine voice from a distance. At that, he heard her quite clearly.

Perhaps transforming while he wasn't going to put up a fight or hunt for small prey was unlike him, but he only did it to confirm that those blonde humans were indeed featherless chickens. His retainer or wasn't around to hassle him about it, but the memories of him never really left his mind from the moment he arrived to this world...

Naesala had picked off two gems before he was questioned of being a magician. She might have been confused by the big wings on his back. Since Naesala had assumed that he had to be the only laguz in existence within Paixao's city borders, he wasn't at all startled by her questions.

Taking his sweet time, Naesala turned around and glanced at Vanille, the first that didn't seem to be a native of this place. One from another world, I presume. He looked amused while saying his sly remark. "I happen to be both raven and man. A laguz is what I am, to be precise."

He didn't shake her hand (he never like the idea of touching humans), but to be polite he bowed his head. "I am Naesala."