He nodded his head in acknowledgement, resisting the urge to bridle at being chastised. "Perhaps I should have been more accurate - I have met quite a few elves from Middle Earth." Elrond. Galadriel. Legolas. Celeborn. It was, in the case of Paradisa, an alarmingly large number of people from the same world and race.

"As for where Paradisa is? My personal theory is that it is a nexus between worlds, but there is no proof of this other than people's existence here. Truly, no one actually knows." He gave an elegant shrug, because after so long here it did not bother him like it once had.

And all the while, as he said this, the mistletoe hung overhead and he stepped in even closer to the elf king, fascinated by the slant of his jaw, the way his lips moved when he spoke. He knew it was Castle magic, but still... He was so close now, almost there...