It wasn't hard to find it, there were histories written, and had she wronged mortals, it would be written somewhere. He could easily research her.
"Am I?" She asked with the fainest hint of hidden wonder in her tone. Her fingers lift, not quite touching the mosaic, but tracing it's outlines through the air. "I am.. I am.. " she loses words, her cheeks pinking and her head dipping. "Thank you.. for allowing me to see it then."