"About the same in that," he muses, "but certainly not elf-pale." Half-goblin, for sure, not that Gregor has ever cared about that in the least. Cordelia has made her way in the Untheileneise court sufficiently that few others dare comment on it these days, either.

He doesn't miss the essential dodging of the question, but he doesn't press on what appears to be a sore topic, either.

"I can see much else is different here apart from the manner of dress and the engines. I confess I was much relieved to see thou art here, but I willst not make demands if thou consider us strangers." Much as that would hurt, he is collected enough to keep such hurt to himself-- though he might not be able to resist switching to the formal plural, if that were the case...