It's all so very similar to the Amontillado that he half expected to see Helena bent over the stove muttering about a bad date. It almost brings a smile to his face to think of.

He turned, looking at the seated man, checking for signs that this was indeed the dreamer; the extra touch of something more real about him that would make him stand out if you were looking for it.

Though with how the Shadows were leading him, it was a safe guess.