The psychic paused, fork halfway to his mouth as what he presumed to be his roommate walked in. There was a certain...charismatic, authoritative feel to him, a nudge of the mind and extrasenses that human languages didn't have a word for because most had never truly experienced it. It felt almost like the kind of glamour you had with the more powerful fae that went beyond the appearance of beauty into convincing your mind to bend in favor of them.

Abe knew better than to be deceived by such things, but it did mean the man had some power to him and should be treated accordingly.

"Abraham Sapien. It is a pleasure to meet you." He set down his fork and made a small bow, hand, arm loosely curled against his stomach. With the fae politeness was everything, and even if he was an otherwise perfectly normal human it couldn't hurt to be courteous. "The statesman of what, if you don't mind my asking?"