"The bright lords and ladies may take a cribling from time to time," he ceded, even more surprised to hear that his court might be the root of the disturbance; but he clears himself of that with a small shake of the head.

This was something he should know. Something it'd be embarrasing not to know, should his lord ask it of him. He kissed his teeth and waved her to follow him. "Gonna go find a door, mh? Less scents to muddy a trail in the other realm, easy to find mortals in all the magic. Here? Trash grease gas sweat people people people birds trash stray cats smog--" He made a loose gesture with one hand, nose wrinkling.