He knew very well what she was. She smelled of home. An intentional bumping made to look accidental. With him turned to face her in one overly exaggerated move made the humans stare then walk on. He was a weirdo in shades at night time after all.
"The door." He stressed the 'the' because it was most important that she understand this. The door, the door to his money, the door to his power, and perhaps the door to her wildest dreams. "It was here last night but it has escaped me. It looks like any other door, except with no handle to get inside, one must knock and ask for entrance. It is a very polite door, you see."