The man doesn't even look his way, though he does smile. "Technically, you would be the visitor, here. I was here, first, and have been here longer," the man replies. "No need to apologize, though; I understand a warrior's reaction to a threat. What brings you to this place, then, young Knight?" He glances, for a moment, in Caiaphas' direction, and he'll catch the man's eyes; a deep, unnatural silvery color, far more intense than even Aurelia's, yet with a strong aura of kindness and sorrow, behind the steel. He sees them only for a brief moment, but it feels like they'd been burned into his soul; an image he'll likely never forget.