"Mine," Goodfellow replies with flowing, confident ease, though there is a note to the voice which suggests it's more joke than bragging. A puck's way of breaking ice.

"A puck's. One who is curious about the other things sharing his stomping grounds. Such as yourself?"

He follows her with his eyes, sharp and canny, even while the expression on his face reads as a placeholder, a pleasant, slightly smirking placeholder, waiting for a real, honest expression to take its place once he's heard enough to form a real, honest opinion.