If Fabrice is fast enough, he can sometimes catch the remnants of the magic surrounding his own transformation. Today is not one of those moments, as he blinks and concentrates on focusing his vision from that of his deer form. He watches the other man step back, a more reserved reaction than what Fabrice expects, considering his experience with those unused to magic.

At the sound of the other man's laughter, Fabrice wishes he could will away the red beneath his freckles. Yet even with his magical abilities, he's never been capable of doing that. Still, his laughter isn't malicious, which he appreciates with another sheepish smile. "What gave me away?" He asks with a quirk of his lips, as if he didn't already know the answer to that question.

"Well, it's been a rough year," he admits with a shrug. He doesn't say that he's used to aggressive behavior towards him, but, well. Between his aunt nearly killing him and the witch who cursed him into transforming against his will, he rather is. He shakes his head briefly to clear it of those thoughts, smiling more when Auryn offers his hand.

"Fabrice Coombs," he replies, shaking his hand gratefully. "It's nice to meet you, Auryn." He giggles nervously at that. "Well, in fairness, there are worse reactions to have towards a deer that nearly runs you over."