Crucible watches him with the mastered indifference that only cats and dragon's could master as he cleaned over one of his forepaws. He recognizes the man easily enough now with the hood lowered, the smell isn't so bad, there was far worse elsewhere in the city itself. He did take particular note of the glow however.

"That you are the robed man in the park that helps them with their problems and whom speaks in a voice so sweet and hard to resist," Mostly the truth but a slight bit added that he hadn't specifically heard as such.

"I can see why they say as much, that is quite the...compelling voice you have,"