[ He tips his head in agreement. It's the gesture of a man casually pleased to be right, content to throw in with I think highly of him. If there is any hint in him of something amiss, it's in those unreadable oilslick eyes. ]

Have you? Glad to hear I'm not the only weird one.

[ He considers this. Decides to hammer home whatever makes it back to Paul, just in case. ]

What they call me back home is a bit starved for context. 'King of somewhere very far away' doesn't have much of a ring to it.

[ He smiles. It does not reach those eyes. ]

Good to meet you, Lazarus.