Wynn doesn't turn immediately, but there's the hint of a smile in his voice when he speaks, though it doesn't temper out any of the terrible solemnity that seems to define his strange, potent presence.

"It's familiar to you." It isn't a question: there's no reason for it to be, after her words had echoed across the room to reach him. It was simply a statement, an acknowledgment. "The tenants of justice, of honor and duty, are universal, I have long believed."