"If there are, I've not heard of them," Sirius replies, feeling no tinge of shame for having been caught staring. Kell hardly seems self-conscious of it, though he also doesn't sound overly smug for his abilities. Instead, it's stated as simple fact, his question of their presence in Sirius's world a mere curiosity.

In truth, the man seems remarkably calm given his situation, his previous theatrics notwithstanding. Sirius, by his memory, had been much more distraught. But then, Kell hasn't been greeted by his teenaged godson and news of his two best friends, dead due to his own poor judgment.

"It's a fairly distinct mark," he says. "Are there many of your kind?"