Ed'wari blinked a few times, before returning the nod himself, a bemused smirk playing across his features.
"I have been made familiar with it upon my travels." he replied. Ed'wari's voice affecting his best posture in "Low Gothic" or English. It adopted a mellifluous quality, seemingly flowing through each word like waves in an ocean. The tone and timbre of his voice akin to gentle song.
He made his way into the abode, observing the well laid out tea set, cakes and flowers. As he observed them his face crinkled, whip-fast and brief, before he composed it again.