"A silver tongue, fancy footwork and a razor-sharp wit may be the go-tos for everyday superheroics, but if all else fails, never underestimate a pensive look. A hero should be resourceful after all, ja?"

"A youth spent in the circus and a lifelong fascination with old Hollywood - more Flynn than Kelly, admittedly, but a solid foundation for performance!" He pauses for a moment, bowing his head slightly. "You're no doubt a better dancer than you think, schöne Fraulein."

He offers a gentle smile in return, flexing his bizarre toes as his tail flourishes behind him. Tapping the floor with the barbed tip of his tail three times, he chuckled softly. "Three left feet, thrice the grace, liebling! I have no doubt you're far better than you realise!"

"Ja, exactly!" He chuckled once more, his tail's tip tapping the exposed fur of his thick toes as he continued, "given most cobblers aren't in the business of making dance shoes for the three-toed and furry among us, that is a much appreciated boon. Danke!"

"Lean on those that lean on you, meine Freunde."

"Mein Gott, you're onto a winning idea there! Forget fur-raising chills, there's an untapped market for Ghost Dancehalls!" He nods and laughs, scratching his chin as he ponders. "I've been performing as long as I can remember, likely my beloved Jimaine in the circus, I think."

"Ja, you're right. The halcyon years of a youth spent in the circus gave me my first family, or more accurately, my first family gave me a home," he trailed off, a slight smile of reminiscence showing through. "Not all good times, but when they weren't, they were interesting."

"Nothing like some bonding with the most wonderful goddaughter around, ja?"

"A day in the life of a daring, blue-furred, silver-tongued swashbuckler."

"Gott im Himmel. Without allies and dear friends like Dr. Reyes, I doubt I'd even be around."

"It also burns with cleansing fire."

"Nothing in common except for the fact that we are all different, all so amazingly uncanny. If you ask me, that's the greatest kind of family there is."

He nods in quiet reflection, faint smile still showing. "Ja, you've taken the words right out of my mouth. I'm blessed. When I had to leave the circus so abruptly, I was fortunate enough to find a whole new family to call my own. Blessed doesn't cover half of it, really."

"An odd helping hand is still a helping hand, ja?"

"Mystic prowess, medical expertise and a hefty dose of common sense all rolled into one - and it bailed me out of a worryingly awkward situation. Danke, Stephen."

"Dress to impress, meine Freunde."

"The sights we see."

|| Did I miss something? Do Monet and Warren not know who is on the council? It's baffling they'd choose to draw the line at Fenris while 'Nosferatu' has been sitting beside a survivor for months now.

"Surround yourself with people you can count on, meine Freunde. Danke, Kätzchen."

"Lean on those that lean on you, meine Freunde. We're all stronger for it."