He lets out a sound that might almost be a chuckle, drawing his coat around himself as he takes a seat--near enough for conversation, but not so close as to invade personal space. "Mm. Forced socialization. It seems you can't escape it, or the conviction that it's the best thing for all personalities, even in another dimension. I suppose it's a small price to pay for receiving an item from one's life back home. One can always flee once their boon is received."

He's been studying the fairy lights in the tree opposite as he speaks, though he's clearly addressing her even as his eyes dart around, taking in every detail. He reaches up and turns down his collar, so it lies flat, revealing more of his face and the blue scarf that covers his neck. "Which is what brings me here. I suspect I have something that rightfully belongs to you."

He leans over, ever so slightly, and he lowers his voice as he turns to face her. When he speaks again, it's in French--Parisian, or as close to it as a man clearly taught the language by the finest English education money could buy him in his boyhood will manage.

[Did you ever manage to summon one to clean your room?]

He asks with raised eyebrows and a hint of a genuine smile; there's no threat, no judgment, he merely wants to confirm she is the young woman he seeks, and to perhaps indulge a bit of curiosity.