A Rainsworth's figure, but an echo of an Echo. No matter how far he strays from home, it seems, he'll always have something familiar to hold ground by. The thought isn't entirely unpleasant; these, after all, aren't resemblances he would mind. It's making this an odd sort of dream, at least, and isn't that the better sort?

"I'm not bored quite yet!" he assures Lion, as if that might have been the major concern. The airy smile quirks again. "But they failed to consider a great many things, it seems..." He stops, then, apparently cut short by the thought. "Ah, but it isn't polite, I suppose, to draw attention to their faults. Is it?"