To say that Raelias was not entirely confused about this tall woman carefully saying his name in nearly perfect accented Orlesian would be to lie both astronomically, and really rather badly. As much as he wanted to keep all his attention on the honestly more intimidating man with the pastry in front of him, his gaze turned instead out towards the direction of the newest voice, squinting into the darkness at the backlit individual, as though narrowing his eyes is going to make anything clearer, or brighter. Sparing his attention once more to the Antivan for a moment, he replied.
'Zere is no one vis me zat I am aware of.' Though how much such a statement would account for, he could guess. It was still something to say, rather than to completely ignore the man. It wouldn't make a great deal of difference, but.. Raelias didn't really care. He turned his attention mostly back towards the newer voice in the darkness, trying to keep half an eye on the man, but entirely intrigued by this other individual.
'Oui? Qui êtes-vous? he asked, in the direction of the woman. Asking the identity of someone who already knew your name was always something rather near the top of his list of priorities.