Noah lifts his eyebrows at her at that response, smirking slightly even as he sits back until his back hits the wall. He can be kind of an ass sometimes. Even before all this, he'd be the epitome of a grouchy old man or a grumpy cat except when he was really, really little.

Then he was more of a sickly, excitable nerd, and... that usually has the ability to make people run in the other direction than him. Sometimes he uses it when he's trying to avoid talking about just how terrible he really is so he's surprised when she stays in place, looking intrigued and... gentle about it.

He lifts his much larger hand to take her small hand in it, giving it a shake. Noah notices how cold it is, which is why he looks at her curiously in turn. There's no judgement from him after all. His eyes flash red, and he sold his soul to the devil literally.

It's a name he hasn't heard in a very long time, and he's not about to assume they're the same after all. What are the chances of that? "Elin, huh? I had a great, great, great aunt named Elin. Used to be told this story about her all the time..."