Either Cater isn't sharp enough to notice the fae's careful control over his expressions, or he simply doesn't care--but his grin cracks into something wider and more carefree. He laughs, not allowing the chance for any real misunderstandings to take place.

"Nope! Well, I mean, jury's still out, I guess."

He offers a hand for a handshake. It would be fair enough to be wary, but Lilia's been around long enough he's likely to realize that there's no malice in Cater's demeanor at all.

"You're Lilia Vanrouge, right? I'm Cater Diamond. Guess we're both music fans, huh?"