That face is difficult to forget, or perhaps it's more about the ways he seems to freely express himself. It feels like the perfect act, yet he genuinely doesn't seem so have a shred of cunning in his strangely flexible body. He's smart, sure, but not cunning. Said man, as if sensing your thoughts, turns his head in your direction to blink owlishly at you. He's still not much. Despite your gaze, he puts on a smile and starts with a greeting "Well hey there!"