They let a small involuntary sigh, he was close but if he had the biggest item on the list they would already be pinned. So with that secret tucked away, they were safe enough. "You're close, yes. You haven't missed anything important."

There wasn't a lot of real to go off of looking at him, his manipulations were as clever as their own. The rasp of wings in his voice was too thematic, same with the color of his eyes. The hair felt wrong, but they couldn't name if it was real (and ill suited to the theme) or just an odd change with the theme. The best they had for 'real' was flaunted skin feeling accurate to the man behind the name.

Maxwell let their eyes trail down a moment, and consider his footwear. Back up his body, then back down. Knit brow hidden by mask, but clearly the focus was there. If his entire physical form was wrong, they had nothing. But that didn't feel right, he moved too well, compared to her slight missteps in her raised boots. If it wasn't, if his proportions were as he appeared... "is this your actual height?"

The time was ticking away to end this with propriety, they were playing. So it wouldn't be fair to linger after the song too long to take their guess. And it felt like a waste to not at least endeavor a guess as best they could. They couldn't guess from as great a pool of suspects as someone here longer, but they were very detailed in their interactions.