Emberwood Did you wonder where I've been all night

The stranger takes it well — a man, he realizes slowly. A man with very gold eyes. He blinks and steps back, staring without registering the question, ears lifting, then lowering slowly against his crown as confusion overtakes him. Suddenly he isn't quite sure where he is, or where he's going. And the man had asked something, right?
It's hard to think when the world is so fuzzy and his eyes are so enchantingly gilded.
I... don't know, He answers finally, gaze dropping abruptly. His tone is colorless as always, but there's a certain vulnerability in his demeanor, one you really have to squint to see. Still, it's there.