"G'raha Tia," he says without hesitation. No need for trickery or to guess his name here--truthfully, he would be horribly amused if he realized this Jonathan Strange thought he was of the fae. "At your service."

His ears do a little wiggle at that, which may not help the matter. After a shake of his own, he drops Strange's hand.

"Knowing that these areas are fleeting does give us little time to gather what we can. I am hoping to see if there are any similarities between the zones."