Well, that's an awful polite way to welcome yourself to the neighborhood, hmm?

[Out of the fog emerges another (painfully, unnaturally) ordinary young man. He wears a chiton, wrapped and clasped with practiced ease, and he carries a messenger bag over his shoulder. But otherwise, he's a normal human, albeit an extremely attractive and fit one.

But he smiles at Dream, and it's clear from his demeanor that he doesn't actually hold any ill will.] You know what they say about honey and vinegar. I take it you're new here?