Armand, being nothing if not changeable, suddenly dropped his arms to his side, smiled brightly, and basically seemed to warm up to this strange being. Anyone who claimed to have respect for him, even with a slight hint of sarcasm, was someone he liked. All hints of the petulant child fell away, and he took the chance to really, actually, look him over.
To say this being was interesting was a definite understatement. Armand had seen many interesting things while here, but nothing quite like this new arrival. He tilted his head to the side, and the look in his eyes was closer to awe now than petulance.
"Not yours? No, of course not." He shook his head slightly, but continued to gaze raptly. "I am Armand, and you, well, I can't quite seem to read your mind. It bothers me. Who are you?"