[His brows crease in confusion at first, and then realization dawns on his face.]

Oh, no... Parsalin is my family name. Just Lysander is fine.

[He pauses and takes another long look at the horns and wings, though the grey skin doesn't seem to give him any second thoughts, for whatever reason.]

So what exactly are you? If I had to make a guess from my world I'd say Fairfolk, but I've got a sneaking suspicion that the rules of my world don't exactly apply here, and it's equally likely you're from somewhere entirely different.

[As if to illustrate, he makes a vague gesture towards the three visible seasons.]