"More or less," Conor told him, turning back now that he couldn't see the cat's small shape anymore. "I think he realizes that I get myself into enough trouble on my own, and even you are trouble, you're probably the good kind." He grinned. "That, and I give him treats. He'll come back if he feels ignored. Or he'll find Zanna."
He nodded. "Sirens. Beautiful women with voices that can ensnare men. Oh, and then they eat them," he added, as though that was perfectly normal. Which...in the grand scheme of things, it definitely wasn't the weirdest thing he'd ever seen.
"Hmm." He paused, considering the question. He'd had to readjust his definition of 'strange' once he'd joined up. "Well there's a girl in the freak show that eats tires. And...literally anything else," he replied. "The Ringmaster is a gods-only-know-what, and the marionettes are...definitely creepy. I guess it all depends on what you consider 'strange'."