[ The man's disbelief is countered with a bland stare. Lucius can sound as incredulous as he likes; Kaito speaks the truth, temptation to give in to an urge to lie and mess with his silly, white head be damned.

...Although it's his turn to give them a weird look, because what the utter hell are crumpet-born snorlaxes and gargles? ]

There's no fur-bearing trout here as far as I can tell, [ he says slowly. ] And no-- whatever it was you just said. Or axehounds. What kinda place are you from that has such weird names for things?