The amount of cheerful babble coming from this guy is enough to make Kell bristle. Doesn't help that in his long, dark coat with a brooding look the contrast he makes with the man - who had somehow managed to wear to the usual drab and dull stock Thorne garb as if it was finest silks - is pretty comical.

"That's my name, so yeah you can."

And then the very same huge man delivers a graceful if shallow curtsey. Kell blinks, slowly. It takes no small amount of effort not to let his jaw drop. He has no resolve left to keep himself from stuttering though.

"I-it does, actually." Kell admits with a sigh, resigned to his fate that now everyone around them is blatantly staring at the commotion with utter glee. Say what you will about werewolves, but Saints don't they like a good show. "This is how magic works here. The part that affects all of the Summoned. You have to make a conscious effort to get the words through in their original form."