The laugh only caused Adrian to smile. "Well yes, you should think it." He said in agreement.
But, when Julian called him "a very strange one" Adrian just turned his head, shirked an indifferent shoulder, that was paired with a still-warming soft smile. He'd been called a lot of things in his days, far worse than that, and felt there was no malice behind it. Then the confirmation of such came directly after as he let Adrian in on his liking-people tally. (And Adrian had recently met the Puck. He held an class of taste that only ancient European creatures held and that was fun for entertainment purposes. That's what the demon got from his visit to the Poe trailer, a person with similar tastes in fashion and manner, a fine confidant to connect with in the finer things in life around the carnival and someone who understood the effects of having lived such a long life. But, still... something about his mannerisms, despite Adrian's own flamboyant ways were just a little silly to be taken as seriously the Puck seemed to try and portray himself. He wondered if it was just the wine.)
But, as Julian pulled away, "I won't take that for granted" is what Adrian said back. It was low volume, almost a whisper. Then reached right up and weaved his fingers through Julian's hair, tapering his midnight-sparkle tips over his ear and back down his neck, keeping that eye-contact that even became too much for the demon, and had to look down, before taking Julian's hand in his. He squeezed it before pulling it towards his own chest and rocking back and forth like a kid who'd just come up with a swell idea, "Come on. You haven't met my family yet." He spun his feet around to the floor ready to drag Julian off the couch and take him closer to the handful of birds that came in the RV with them, wanting to introduce him.