Grey shrugged and held out his hands. What could he do? He had a good name! It wasn't like he'd ever actually produced a birth certificate with it, well, one that was verified by a witness he knew. Some had accused him of changing it, but if he had, it's not like Grey had ever said anything to anyone. Or had any childhood friends or real connections to his past. That was pretty handy a lot of times.
"That's a nice trick there. Y'can fly, too?" Grey looked mightily impressed. His eyes had almost popped out of his head for a second when she lit up her fingers. This place was fuckin freaky! "I ain't here for anythin' like that. Ain't bein cute enough?" Now he was teasing her with a smirk and a good slouch.
"Y'wanna sit down somewhere?" Grey was like a starving man walking by an apple tree that might belong to someone else. He just couldn't say no to those shiny apples, just innocently soaking up the sun and waiting to be plucked. So what if they were a little green on the edges? He knew they'd still be juicy inside.