[After the word "druid" drops, there's a moment where the world seems to freeze. Rather, Oscar's face freezes almost imperceptibly. It's not a look of shock so much as just a moment where, inside his head, he's carefully crossing one wire with another.]

Is that so? [Things don't quite add up. Still, he gathered enough in that moment of pause to switch back to a more fluid reply.]

I hardly think of that as a temporary thing. I will agree it sticks with you, though. [he traces a pattern idly on the table, glancing down. Upon closer examination, even his eyelashes are that vibrant red.]

It grows on you, really.