"I am, if anything, a stickler for accuracy," Myr says, tongue partway in cheek. "So--Vashoth, you said? Suppose if I'm talking to someone who doesn't know the term themselves I'll resort to the other, but--I know." What can you do when the world's already made up its mind on who you are from what you look like? Ignore them and keep moving.

He raises an eyebrow at the mention of Wycome, still grinning. "Obviously I didn't make it out to Wycome myself, but from the stories I've heard I'll want to visit before I die." Definite bucket list item, now...that it's an option.

"Van Elris has the top spot. Don't know if you've met him but he's shorter than me and you can't miss the eyes." There is nothing whatsoever in his tone to betray that's his cousin he's talking about. "Then after you is that fellow calling himself the Dragon," because really, who except a very dreadful person does that?, "and then the Venatori down in the dungeons, since they come as a package deal." Right now, anyway.

And saying it that way lets him lightly gloss over the fact he only finds one of them legitimately unnerving, rather than jokingly so.