Well. Wasn't that interesting. Normally he'd dismiss such an explanation as the ravings of a madwoman, but circumstances being what they were... well, it was better than any explanation he'd been able to come up with thus far.
"And may I ask how you would know all this? Granted, I'm not complaining. This..." He glanced around at the room, taking in the bright colors, the genial chaos, and the low din of conversations. "This is like a dream come true. A very strange dream out of a history book, but..."
When he turned back, there was something different about her. Again, it was nothing he could put his finger on, but whatever it was was noticeable. Not unpleasant, though. He carefully pulled off one black leather glove and reached for a truffle. It tasted like nothing he'd tasted before--sweet and bitter at the same time. He'd seen pictures and descriptions in salvaged books, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. "Didi," he said when he'd swallowed, taking a sip of the water the waiter had unobtrusively dropped by him. "What an interesting name."