If Luvander hadn't spent such a large portion of his life having people trying to make him shut up, perhaps the dismissive attitude would be more effective. But he has, and it isn't. He merely raises his eyebrows a little bit, amused even as he tilts his head and contemplates how best to reply. Not too seriously, since firstly, this guy is way too serious in the first place, and secondly, he doesn't like talking about serious matters much at all. But he doesn't have to be strictly dishonest either.

"Well, in a manner of speaking, couldn't you say that some people are? You know what I mean, right? Either their mutations are ridiculously volatile, or they're running away from something - very dramatic, that - or they simply have nowhere else to go." He shrugs lightly, leaving no indicator which of those descriptions, if any, actually fit in on him.

"Not that I'm rude enough to be trying to delve into your deepest, darkest secrets or anything like that - I am far more elegant when I go about acquiring gossip. I was merely trying to subtly inquire after your mutation. Apart from having outrageously pretty hair, do you do anything else?"