The pages are taken with another muttered phrase of gratitude, the movement loud with rustling as Xeno tries to manage them and his wand and ignoring the on and off breeze funneled down this street. That question, though, has him remembering the other man's immediate presence, head up and off-gaze a little guarded before he allows an uncertain smile to form.

He's still getting used to that kind of question.

"I am, sir, indeed. You aren't one, then?"