"Hello, Edda, hello, Avere. I'm about a year old," Corwin says, warmly. "So not much older than you!" Ironic, maybe, given he looks quite a bit older, but oh well! "I'm really glad to have met you. Even if we probably shouldn't be together very much, I don't want to upset anyone." He pats his pockets until he finds his cell phone. "Do you have a phone number? Maybe I could call you sometime, or you could call me if you're ever in trouble and need help."

He is always eager for contact, and even more eager to help out if he needs to, perhaps to a creepy extent. After all, he's only just met the poor boy.