That makes him freeze for a fraction of a second. Does he look like Epsilon? For a second he worries, that there's something in his eyes or the way he moves or talks that's seeped into him from the Epsilon of his own world, something about himself that has become other without him even noticing it.

He gives a small smile. "Interesting names," he says instead, blandly interested without sounding like he wants to pry. The laugh when the man says that is even more genuine. "I suppose clothes do have that effect. They can really change how a person looks. And I do. Wouldn't have thought of looking at that colour myself."