"Yes. It was you, dear." he chuckled softly as he leaned on the bookcase. "I take it your powers are new?" he asked lightly, an old silver heart-shaped locket hung out of his shirt. The shirt and pants he wore looked so worn they might fall apart any moment, and his feet were bare. Aside from his charming looks and smelling like dusty old books, he looked like a somebody you'd expect to see living in an alley.