He sighed a bit, and gently slid his hand off of her shoulder. Well, that somewhat had gone better than he expected. He had never seen anything quite like her in his life, or the last one, and he'd seen some rather strange people in both. She was...the embodiment of strange. Not that he minded the little cloud or the sudden change in her hair color. She seemed more than a little shy, though, and she made him feel rather...tall.
"Yeah. That's me." he smiled at her a little. He certainly didn't want to scare her any more than he already had. "And, no. This isn't a prank or anything. There are no buckets of pig's blood waiting in the rafters, I promise." he told her, chuckling a bit. He kind of liked horror movies. Carrie was a good one.