[The levitation doesn't go unnoticed, but for once, Arno doesn't blatantly point it out. At least, not right away. There is a headtilt at first, as he tries to think of where else he's seen bonfires recently.]

Of course. I've had to set at least one every night, before coming across these. [A pause.] France unfortunately was never one for cold extremes such as this. I'm afraid we'd have even more trouble on our hands if that were the case.

[When asked about his name, the Frenchman doesn't pause, but does decide to look over the Outsider again.] Arno. Arno Dorian. [His sight paints the other as a neutral base, brushing away the instant thought of perhaps mistakenly running into the opposite side.] You're not one of the Seelie, are you.