At least you did not appear in a stranger's bed. That led to a very...interesting first day, here. [Zev chuckles to himself, so much trouble, and so little time to cause it. Ah, that had been a fun morning.]

Honestly I do not see how one could accuse you of being an elf, you are too tall, your bone structure too fine, your mannerisms too stiff, and you lack the quaint charm of my race. Then again, so do most city elves.

[He lifts a shoulder and sips his brandy contemplating the last question. Vulcan. In all his time listening and studying, he'd heard nothing of the race. Pity.]

If that is what you are, then I am very much aware of one now. And would not mind being made further aware.